The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... Star of Love . To the Moon . ( Composed by the Sea - side , on the Coast of Cumberland ) . . To the Moon . Rydal 160 161 162 164 165 167 168 170 170 174 175 175 178 To Lucca Giordano Who but is pleased to watch the CONTENTS . vii.
... Star of Love . To the Moon . ( Composed by the Sea - side , on the Coast of Cumberland ) . . To the Moon . Rydal 160 161 162 164 165 167 168 170 170 174 175 175 178 To Lucca Giordano Who but is pleased to watch the CONTENTS . vii.
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... stars repel , And where no flower hath leave to dwell . The presence of this wandering Doe Fills many a damp , obscure recess With lustre of a saintly show ; And , reappearing , she no less Sheds on the flowers that round her blow A ...
... stars repel , And where no flower hath leave to dwell . The presence of this wandering Doe Fills many a damp , obscure recess With lustre of a saintly show ; And , reappearing , she no less Sheds on the flowers that round her blow A ...
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... star , Or mariners the distant light That guides them through a stormy night . And now , upon a chosen plot Of rising ground , yon heathy spot ! He takes alone his far - off stand , With breast unmailed , unweaponed hand . Bold is his ...
... star , Or mariners the distant light That guides them through a stormy night . And now , upon a chosen plot Of rising ground , yon heathy spot ! He takes alone his far - off stand , With breast unmailed , unweaponed hand . Bold is his ...
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... . " Might this our enterprise have sped , Change wide and deep the Land had seen , A renovation from the dead , A spring - tide of immortal green : The darksome altars would have blazed Like stars when clouds 48 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
... . " Might this our enterprise have sped , Change wide and deep the Land had seen , A renovation from the dead , A spring - tide of immortal green : The darksome altars would have blazed Like stars when clouds 48 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
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William Wordsworth. The darksome altars would have blazed Like stars when clouds are rolled away ; Salvation to all eyes that gazed , Once more the Rood had been upraised To spread its arms , and stand for aye . Then , then , had I ...
William Wordsworth. The darksome altars would have blazed Like stars when clouds are rolled away ; Salvation to all eyes that gazed , Once more the Rood had been upraised To spread its arms , and stand for aye . Then , then , had I ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volumen4 William Wordsworth Vista completa - 1865 |
Términos y frases comunes
Banner beauty Bees behold blest bold Bolton bowers Brancepeth breast breath bright brow calm CANUTE chantry cheer Church city of Durham clouds Creature crown dark dear divine doomed doth dread DUNOLLY CASTLE Earl of Lonsdale earth fair faith Fancy fear feeling flowers Francis lay friends gentle gleam glory grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour human Iona land light live look Lord meek mind morning mountain Nature's night Norton o'er peace pensive prayer repose rite river Derwent RIVER EDEN round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone sacred shade sigh sight silent smooth soft Sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit spread STAFFA stand stars stood stream sweet tears tempest thee thou thought tower TOWER of REFUGE truth Ullswater vale voice White Doe Wicliffe wild wind wings words Workington
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Página 256 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Página 245 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Página 231 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 232 - How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Página 234 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 256 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 4 - It destroys likewise magnanimity, and the raising of human nature: for take an example of a dog, and mark what a generosity and courage he will put on, when he finds himself maintained by a man; who to him is instead of a God, or melior natura: which courage is manifestly such, as that creature, without that confidence of a better nature than his own, could never attain. So man, when he resteth and assureth himself upon divine protection and favor, gathereth a force and faith, which human nature...
Página 233 - To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it griev'd my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 319 - So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, Would that the little Flowers were born to live, Conscious of half the pleasure which they give ; That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone...
Página 264 - Nor shout nor whistle strikes his ear;< — What is the creature doing here? It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps till June December's snow-; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn...