The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... truth ? has Man , in wisdom's creed 182 POEMS , COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR , IN THE SUMMER OF 1833 . Adieu , Rydalian Laurels ! that have grown 183 Why should the Enthusiast , journeying through this Isle 184 They called thee ...
... truth ? has Man , in wisdom's creed 182 POEMS , COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR , IN THE SUMMER OF 1833 . Adieu , Rydalian Laurels ! that have grown 183 Why should the Enthusiast , journeying through this Isle 184 They called thee ...
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... Truth that sees A world of fixed remembrances Which to this mystery belong , If , undeceived , my skill can trace The characters of every face , There lack not strange delusion here , Conjecture vague , and idle fear , And superstitious ...
... Truth that sees A world of fixed remembrances Which to this mystery belong , If , undeceived , my skill can trace The characters of every face , There lack not strange delusion here , Conjecture vague , and idle fear , And superstitious ...
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... truth , - Be strong ; be worthy of the grace — Of God , and fill thy destined place : A Soul , by force of sorrows high , Uplifted to the purest sky Of undisturbed humanity ! ” - He ended , or she heard no more ; He led her from the yew ...
... truth , - Be strong ; be worthy of the grace — Of God , and fill thy destined place : A Soul , by force of sorrows high , Uplifted to the purest sky Of undisturbed humanity ! ” - He ended , or she heard no more ; He led her from the yew ...
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... truth ; for far and near From every side came noisy swarms Of Peasants in their homely gear ; And , mixed with these , to Brancepeth came Grave Gentry of estate and name , And Captains known for worth in arms ; And prayed the Earls in ...
... truth ; for far and near From every side came noisy swarms Of Peasants in their homely gear ; And , mixed with these , to Brancepeth came Grave Gentry of estate and name , And Captains known for worth in arms ; And prayed the Earls in ...
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... Truth Reopened that inspired my youth ; To see her in her pomp arrayed , - This Banner ( for such vow I made ) Should on the consecrated breast Of that same Temple have found rest : I would myself have hung it high , Fit offering of ...
... Truth Reopened that inspired my youth ; To see her in her pomp arrayed , - This Banner ( for such vow I made ) Should on the consecrated breast Of that same Temple have found rest : I would myself have hung it high , Fit offering of ...
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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...