The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... mind There never breathed a man who , when his life Destined to war from very infancy Not without heavy grief of heart did He Balbi supplicates Pause , courteous Spirit ! - Lines written on the expected Death of Mr. Fox 284 289 293 294 ...
... mind There never breathed a man who , when his life Destined to war from very infancy Not without heavy grief of heart did He Balbi supplicates Pause , courteous Spirit ! - Lines written on the expected Death of Mr. Fox 284 289 293 294 ...
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... mind it would content To be an unculled floweret of the glen , Fearless of plough and scythe ; or darkling wren , That tunes on Duddon's banks her slender voice . * See note , p . 27 . VIII . WHAT aspect bore the Man who roved or 10 THE ...
... mind it would content To be an unculled floweret of the glen , Fearless of plough and scythe ; or darkling wren , That tunes on Duddon's banks her slender voice . * See note , p . 27 . VIII . WHAT aspect bore the Man who roved or 10 THE ...
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... mind from molestation freed , 1 In narrow compass - narrow as itself : Or if the Fancy , too industrious Elf , Be loth that we should breathe awhile exempt From new incitements friendly to our task , There wants not stealthy prospect ...
... mind from molestation freed , 1 In narrow compass - narrow as itself : Or if the Fancy , too industrious Elf , Be loth that we should breathe awhile exempt From new incitements friendly to our task , There wants not stealthy prospect ...
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... minds , while men are growing out of boys ; Maturer Fancy owes to their rough noise Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile reins . XXVII . FALLEN , and diffused into a shapeless heap , Or quietly self - buried in earth's mould , Is ...
... minds , while men are growing out of boys ; Maturer Fancy owes to their rough noise Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile reins . XXVII . FALLEN , and diffused into a shapeless heap , Or quietly self - buried in earth's mould , Is ...
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... mind of absence , by vows sworn In his pure presence near the trysting thorn ; I thanked the Leader of my onward way . XXIX . No record tells of lance opposed to lance , Horse charging horse , ' mid these retired domains ; Tells that ...
... mind of absence , by vows sworn In his pure presence near the trysting thorn ; I thanked the Leader of my onward way . XXIX . No record tells of lance opposed to lance , Horse charging horse , ' mid these retired domains ; Tells that ...
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Página 313 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 300 - 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 313 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Página 212 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Página 276 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Página 314 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Página 210 - Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Página 257 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young Romilly...
Página 203 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Página 334 - ... on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. — It is not, then, to be supposed that any one, who holds that sublime notion of Poetry...