The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Volumen1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 - 328 páginas |
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... rest , Calms palpitations in the breast , Renders our lives ' misfortune sweet ; Then let the chill Scirocco blow , And gird us round with hills of snow , Or else go whistle to the shore , And make the hollow mountains roar . Whilst we ...
... rest , Calms palpitations in the breast , Renders our lives ' misfortune sweet ; Then let the chill Scirocco blow , And gird us round with hills of snow , Or else go whistle to the shore , And make the hollow mountains roar . Whilst we ...
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... rest . The Worthy in disgrace shall find Favour return again more kind , And in restraint who stifled lie , Shall taste the air of liberty . The Brave shall triumph in success , The Lovers shall have Mistresses , Poor unregarded Virtue ...
... rest . The Worthy in disgrace shall find Favour return again more kind , And in restraint who stifled lie , Shall taste the air of liberty . The Brave shall triumph in success , The Lovers shall have Mistresses , Poor unregarded Virtue ...
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... wanton chase . Five minutes past . and Oh the change ! ― Asleep upon their beds they lie ; Their busy limbs in perfect rest , And closed the sparkling eye . VII . LUCY GRAY , Or Solitude . OFT I THE MOTHER'S RETURN . 13.
... wanton chase . Five minutes past . and Oh the change ! ― Asleep upon their beds they lie ; Their busy limbs in perfect rest , And closed the sparkling eye . VII . LUCY GRAY , Or Solitude . OFT I THE MOTHER'S RETURN . 13.
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... Rest , little Young One , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? “ What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is c 3 THE PET - LAMB . 29.
... Rest , little Young One , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? “ What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is c 3 THE PET - LAMB . 29.
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... Rest , little Young One , rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my Father found thee first in places far away : Many flocks were on the hills , but thou wert owned by none ; And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . " He took ...
... Rest , little Young One , rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my Father found thee first in places far away : Many flocks were on the hills , but thou wert owned by none ; And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . " He took ...
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Alps Babe behold beneath Betty Foy Betty's bird bowers breast breath bright brook Brother CASTLE OF INDOLENCE Child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage dark dead dear deep delight door dread Ennerdale eyes fair Fancy Father fear flowers gale GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH gleam gone grave green greenwood tree happy happy day hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lake Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light lived look Luke Lyrical Ballads Maid mind Moon morn Mother mountain never night o'er pain pleasure Poems Poet Pony poor porringer PRIEST Protesilaus rill rocks round shade Shepherd shore side sight silent smiles snow song soul sound star steep stream Sugh Susan sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought thro tidings trees vale ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Youth
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Página 41 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things— With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both pain...
Página 3 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 181 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me!
Página 202 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
Página 215 - No Spectre greets me, — no vain Shadow this; Come, blooming Hero, place thee by my side! Give, on this well-known couch, one nuptial kiss To me, this day, a second time thy bride!
Página 16 - I —Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
Página 18 - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Página 15 - The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept — and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet;" — When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Página 312 - And, as his Father had requested, laid The first stone of the Sheepfold. At the sight...
Página 42 - mid the calm of summer nights, When, by the margin of the trembling lake, Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went In solitude, such intercourse was mine : Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long...