Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Pref., and a Suppl. Essay, in 2 Vol, Volumen2 |
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To go « What's Yarrow but a River bare “ That glides the dark hills under ? “
There are a thousand such elsewhere “ As worthy of your wonder . " --Strange
words they seemed of slight and scorn ; My True - love sighed for sorrow ; And
looked ...
To go « What's Yarrow but a River bare “ That glides the dark hills under ? “
There are a thousand such elsewhere “ As worthy of your wonder . " --Strange
words they seemed of slight and scorn ; My True - love sighed for sorrow ; And
looked ...
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Essay, in 2 Vol William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth. Here's a Fly , a
disconsolate creature , -- perhaps A child of the field , or the grove ; And , sorrow
for him ! this dull treacherous heat Has seduced the poor fool from his winter
retreat ...
Essay, in 2 Vol William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth. Here's a Fly , a
disconsolate creature , -- perhaps A child of the field , or the grove ; And , sorrow
for him ! this dull treacherous heat Has seduced the poor fool from his winter
retreat ...
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-And let him nurse his fond deceit , And what if he must die in sorrow ! Who would
not cherish dreams so sweet , Though grief and pain may come to - morrow ? XIX
. REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS , Written upon the Thames * 136.
-And let him nurse his fond deceit , And what if he must die in sorrow ! Who would
not cherish dreams so sweet , Though grief and pain may come to - morrow ? XIX
. REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS , Written upon the Thames * 136.
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Now there is stillness in the Vale , And long unspeaking sorrow :Wharf shall be to
pitying hearts A name more sad than Yarrow . If for a Lover the Lady wept , A
solace she might borrow From death , and from the passion of death ;Old Wharf ...
Now there is stillness in the Vale , And long unspeaking sorrow :Wharf shall be to
pitying hearts A name more sad than Yarrow . If for a Lover the Lady wept , A
solace she might borrow From death , and from the passion of death ;Old Wharf ...
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the Ship is gone ;From her long course returns : -anon Sets sail : -in season due
Once more on English earth they stand : But , when a third time from the land
They parted , sorrow was at hand For Him and for his Crew , Ill fated Vessel !
the Ship is gone ;From her long course returns : -anon Sets sail : -in season due
Once more on English earth they stand : But , when a third time from the land
They parted , sorrow was at hand For Him and for his Crew , Ill fated Vessel !
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Términos y frases comunes
appear beauty behold beneath breath bright called cause cheer Child clouds common dark dead dear death deep delight doth earth face fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend give grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human kind land language leave less light live look metre mind morning mountain nature never objects once pain pass passion pleasure Poems Poet Poetry poor produced prose Reader reason rest rock round seemed seen sense side sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stone strength sweet thee things thou thought Traveller trees true truth turn Vale voice waters wild wind wish wood written Yarrow youth
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Página 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Página 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Página 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Página 345 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Página 28 - 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 352 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Página 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Página 351 - 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...