Selections from WordsworthK. Paul, Trench & Company, 1888 - 309 páginas |
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... Mornings " Address to the Scholars of the Village School of 1800 . " On Nature's invitation do I come " " Bleak season was it , turbulent and wild " Jart - Leap Well • • ' It was an April morning : fresh and clear To Joanna Michael The ...
... Mornings " Address to the Scholars of the Village School of 1800 . " On Nature's invitation do I come " " Bleak season was it , turbulent and wild " Jart - Leap Well • • ' It was an April morning : fresh and clear To Joanna Michael The ...
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... morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside ...
... morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside ...
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... morning that must wed them both ; But Stephen to another Maid Had sworn another oath ; And with this other Maid to church Unthinking Stephen went- Poor Martha ! on that woeful day A pang of pitiless dismay . Into her soul was sent ; A ...
... morning that must wed them both ; But Stephen to another Maid Had sworn another oath ; And with this other Maid to church Unthinking Stephen went- Poor Martha ! on that woeful day A pang of pitiless dismay . Into her soul was sent ; A ...
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... morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . Edward will come with you ; and pray Put on with speed your woodland dress ; And bring no book : for this one day We'll give to idleness . No ...
... morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . Edward will come with you ; and pray Put on with speed your woodland dress ; And bring no book : for this one day We'll give to idleness . No ...
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... morning thus , by Esthwaite lake , When life was sweet , I knew not why , To me my good friend Matthew spake , And thus I made reply . " The eye - it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel , where'er ...
... morning thus , by Esthwaite lake , When life was sweet , I knew not why , To me my good friend Matthew spake , And thus I made reply . " The eye - it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel , where'er ...
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Página 175 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Página 142 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 48 - Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Página 179 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Página 53 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 176 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the. fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 51 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, ' A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Página 98 - While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours.
Página 99 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush and tree and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 177 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.