Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1880 - 325 páginas |
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... wind . ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS , SHOWING HOW THE PRACTICE OF LYING MAY BE TAUGHT . I HAVE a boy of five years old ; His face is fair and fresh to see ; His limbs are cast in beauty's mould , And dearly he loves me . One morn we strolled on ...
... wind . ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS , SHOWING HOW THE PRACTICE OF LYING MAY BE TAUGHT . I HAVE a boy of five years old ; His face is fair and fresh to see ; His limbs are cast in beauty's mould , And dearly he loves me . One morn we strolled on ...
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... wind blew many ways , I heard the sound , —and more and more ; It seemed to follow with the chaise , And still I heard it as before . At length I to the boy called out ; He stopped his horses at the word , But neither cry , nor voice ...
... wind blew many ways , I heard the sound , —and more and more ; It seemed to follow with the chaise , And still I heard it as before . At length I to the boy called out ; He stopped his horses at the word , But neither cry , nor voice ...
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... wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . " It will not , will not rest ! -Poor ... winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar ...
... wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . " It will not , will not rest ! -Poor ... winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar ...
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... wind through a tree . Mark that Cripple who leans on his crutch ; like a tower That long has leaned forward , leans hour after hour ! — That Mother , whose spirit in fetters is bound , While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound ...
... wind through a tree . Mark that Cripple who leans on his crutch ; like a tower That long has leaned forward , leans hour after hour ! — That Mother , whose spirit in fetters is bound , While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound ...
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... winds and floods ; Had built a bower upon the green , As if she from her birth had been An infant of the woods . Beneath her father's roof , alone She seemed to live ; her thoughts her own ; Herself her own delight ; Pleased with ...
... winds and floods ; Had built a bower upon the green , As if she from her birth had been An infant of the woods . Beneath her father's roof , alone She seemed to live ; her thoughts her own ; Herself her own delight ; Pleased with ...
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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.