The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... Leonard heard The tones of waterfalls , and inland sounds Of caves and trees : - and , when the regular wind Between the tropics filled the steady sail , And blew with the same breath through days and weeks , Lengthening invisibly its ...
... Leonard heard The tones of waterfalls , and inland sounds Of caves and trees : - and , when the regular wind Between the tropics filled the steady sail , And blew with the same breath through days and weeks , Lengthening invisibly its ...
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... Leonard had approached his home , his heart Failed in him ; and , not venturing to enquire Tidings of one whom he so dearly loved , Towards the church - yard he had turned aside ; That , as he knew in what particular spot His family ...
... Leonard had approached his home , his heart Failed in him ; and , not venturing to enquire Tidings of one whom he so dearly loved , Towards the church - yard he had turned aside ; That , as he knew in what particular spot His family ...
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... Leonard , at the church - yard gate Stopped short , -- and thence , at leisure , limb by limb Perused him with a gay ... Leonard to the Vicar as to one Unknown to him , this dialogue ensued . LEONARD . You live , Sir , in these dales , a ...
... Leonard , at the church - yard gate Stopped short , -- and thence , at leisure , limb by limb Perused him with a gay ... Leonard to the Vicar as to one Unknown to him , this dialogue ensued . LEONARD . You live , Sir , in these dales , a ...
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... LEONARD . PRIEST . But , surely , yonder - Ay , there , indeed , your memory is a friend That does not play you false . On that tall pike - ( It is the loneliest place of all these hills ) There were two Springs which bubbled side by ...
... LEONARD . PRIEST . But , surely , yonder - Ay , there , indeed , your memory is a friend That does not play you false . On that tall pike - ( It is the loneliest place of all these hills ) There were two Springs which bubbled side by ...
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... LEONARD . Yet your Church - yard Seems , if such freedom may be used with you , Το say that you are heedless of the past : An orphan could not find his mother's grave : Here's neither head nor foot - stone , plate of brass , Cross ...
... LEONARD . Yet your Church - yard Seems , if such freedom may be used with you , Το say that you are heedless of the past : An orphan could not find his mother's grave : Here's neither head nor foot - stone , plate of brass , Cross ...
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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?