The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions. With Preface, and Notes Showing the Text as it Stood in 1815E. Moxon, 1857 - 435 páginas |
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... thou should'st be living at this hour . 209 Great men have been among us ; hands that penned . 209 It is not to be thought of that the Flood . 210 When I have borne in memory what has tamed . 211 One might believe that natural miseries ...
... thou should'st be living at this hour . 209 Great men have been among us ; hands that penned . 209 It is not to be thought of that the Flood . 210 When I have borne in memory what has tamed . 211 One might believe that natural miseries ...
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... Thou bring'st , gay creature as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart , My father's family ! Oh ! pleasant , pleasant were the days , The time , when , in our childish plays , My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A ...
... Thou bring'st , gay creature as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart , My father's family ! Oh ! pleasant , pleasant were the days , The time , when , in our childish plays , My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A ...
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... thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have no peers ; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! If the sun ...
... thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have no peers ; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! If the sun ...
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... thou shalt be ; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . It will not , will not rest ! -Poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I ...
... thou shalt be ; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . It will not , will not rest ! -Poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I ...
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... thou daughter of another , One moment let me be thy mother ! An infant's face and looks are thine And sure a mother's heart is mine : Thy own dear mother's far away , At labour in the harvest field : Thy little sister is at play ...
... thou daughter of another , One moment let me be thy mother ! An infant's face and looks are thine And sure a mother's heart is mine : Thy own dear mother's far away , At labour in the harvest field : Thy little sister is at play ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beautiful beneath bird bower breath bright brother called calm cheerful child clouds dark dead dear deep delight doth earth Edition face fair Father fear feel fields flowers give gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human kind land leaves light live look mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once pain passed peace play pleasure poem Poet poor rest rock round seemed seen side sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit spring stone stood sweet tell thee things thou thou art thought took traveller trees turned vale voice wild wind wish woods Wordsworth Written youth
Pasajes populares
Página 246 - 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 265 - Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it...
Página 371 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Página 309 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Página 343 - 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.
Página 264 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 433 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any * severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Página 315 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Página 89 - 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 11 - A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? 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. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be 1" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.