The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... heaven , whose spiritual attributes body forth what his pen is prompt in turning to shape ; or what is left to characterise Fancy , as insinuating herself into the heart of objects with creative activity ? Imagination , in the sense of ...
... heaven , whose spiritual attributes body forth what his pen is prompt in turning to shape ; or what is left to characterise Fancy , as insinuating herself into the heart of objects with creative activity ? Imagination , in the sense of ...
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... Heaven the rebellious Angels , " Attended by ten thousand thousand Saints He onward came : far off his coming shone , " the retinue of Saints , and the Person of the Messiah himself , lost almost and merged in the splendour of that ...
... Heaven the rebellious Angels , " Attended by ten thousand thousand Saints He onward came : far off his coming shone , " the retinue of Saints , and the Person of the Messiah himself , lost almost and merged in the splendour of that ...
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... Heaven grant that he spare but that one upright twig That ked up at the sky so proud and big All last summer , as well you know , Studded with apples , a beautiful show ! Hark ! over the roof he makes a pause , And growls as if he would ...
... Heaven grant that he spare but that one upright twig That ked up at the sky so proud and big All last summer , as well you know , Studded with apples , a beautiful show ! Hark ! over the roof he makes a pause , And growls as if he would ...
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... Heaven we all shall meet : When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Half breathless from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone - wall ...
... Heaven we all shall meet : When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Half breathless from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone - wall ...
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... forced to go , And he lies by her side . " " How many are you , then , " said I , " If they two are in Heaven ? " The little Maiden did reply , " O Master ! we are seven . ' " " " But they are dead ; those two are dead 14 WE ARE SEVEN .
... forced to go , And he lies by her side . " " How many are you , then , " said I , " If they two are in Heaven ? " The little Maiden did reply , " O Master ! we are seven . ' " " " But they are dead ; those two are dead 14 WE ARE SEVEN .
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Alps art thou beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy Bird bowers breast breath bright Brother CHARLES LAMB cheer Child church-yard cliffs clouds Coleorton cottage crag dear delight door Ennerdale eyes Fancy Father fear feel flowers Friend gone Grasmere grave green happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lamb LEONARD light living look lyre mind Moon morning Mother mountain nature never night o'er Ossian pain Paradise Lost pleasure Poems Poet poetry porringer PRIEST racter Reader rill rocks round shade Shakspeare Shepherd side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smiles snow solitude song soul sound spirit spot star steep stone Sugh summer Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale voice Waggon ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood youth
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Página xxvii - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 122 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Página 14 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Página 120 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Página 336 - Works, it is this, — that every author, as far as he is great and at the same time original, has had the task of creating the taste by which he is to be enjoyed : so has it been, so will it continue to be.
Página 252 - Joyous as morning, Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain River Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Página 12 - They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank ; And further there were none...
Página 182 - And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Página 4 - Oh ! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey : — with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she, God love her ! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
Página 20 - What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee?