Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1880 - 325 páginas |
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... friend , and remarks that our upper class is materialised , our middle class vulgarised , and our lower class brutalised . We are proud of our painting , our music . But we find that in the judgment of other people our painting is ...
... friend , and remarks that our upper class is materialised , our middle class vulgarised , and our lower class brutalised . We are proud of our painting , our music . But we find that in the judgment of other people our painting is ...
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... friends , and fellow - countrymen , to attain inward freedom , serenity , happiness , contentment . Style takes your fancy , arguing takes your fancy , and you forget your home and want to make your abode with them and to stay with them ...
... friends , and fellow - countrymen , to attain inward freedom , serenity , happiness , contentment . Style takes your fancy , arguing takes your fancy , and you forget your home and want to make your abode with them and to stay with them ...
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... friend She wept , nor would be pacified . Up to the tavern - door we post ; Of Alice and her grief I told ; And I gave money to the host , To buy a new cloak for the old . " And let it be of duffil grey , As warm a cloak as man can sell ...
... friend She wept , nor would be pacified . Up to the tavern - door we post ; Of Alice and her grief I told ; And I gave money to the host , To buy a new cloak for the old . " And let it be of duffil grey , As warm a cloak as man can sell ...
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... friends , and kindred , see ! Old Simon to the world is left In liveried poverty . His Master's dead , -and no one now Dwells in the Hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and horses , all are dead ; He is the sole survivor . And he is lean and he ...
... friends , and kindred , see ! Old Simon to the world is left In liveried poverty . His Master's dead , -and no one now Dwells in the Hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and horses , all are dead ; He is the sole survivor . And he is lean and he ...
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... friend to save . From the brink her paws she stretches , Very hands as you would say ! And afflicting moans she fetches , As he breaks the ice away . For herself she hath no fears , — Him alone she sees and hears , — Makes efforts and ...
... friend to save . From the brink her paws she stretches , Very hands as you would say ! And afflicting moans she fetches , As he breaks the ice away . For herself she hath no fears , — Him alone she sees and hears , — Makes efforts and ...
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Página 194 - 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 5 - I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Página 200 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Página 200 - High instincts, before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised ; 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...
Página 245 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 193 - Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Página 207 - Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For...
Página 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d 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? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 182 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Página 4 - You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ? I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be ? Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.