The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1E. Moxon, son & Company, 1871 - 568 páginas |
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... breath- ing rose ! " What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled 229 Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep ; 233 Conclusion No record tells of lance opposed to Who swerves from innocence , who makes divorce . 232 iance 232 232 The ...
... breath- ing rose ! " What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled 229 Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep ; 233 Conclusion No record tells of lance opposed to Who swerves from innocence , who makes divorce . 232 iance 232 232 The ...
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... breath can thaw their fingers cold , Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold ; Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield , And faint the fire a dying heart can yield ! Press the sad kiss , fond mother ! vainly fears Thy flooded ...
... breath can thaw their fingers cold , Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold ; Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield , And faint the fire a dying heart can yield ! Press the sad kiss , fond mother ! vainly fears Thy flooded ...
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... breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death . But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gains , And , rimy without speck , extend the plains : The deepest cleft the mountain's front displays Scarce hides a shadow from her ...
... breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death . But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gains , And , rimy without speck , extend the plains : The deepest cleft the mountain's front displays Scarce hides a shadow from her ...
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... breath Along the mystic streams of Life and Death . ↑ Swelling the outcry dull , that long resounds Portentous through her old woods ' trackless bounds , * Alluding to crosses seen on the tops of the spiry rocks of Chartreuse . Names ...
... breath Along the mystic streams of Life and Death . ↑ Swelling the outcry dull , that long resounds Portentous through her old woods ' trackless bounds , * Alluding to crosses seen on the tops of the spiry rocks of Chartreuse . Names ...
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... breath The Sailor knew too well . That wickedness His hand had wrought ; and when , in the hour of death , He saw his Wife's lips move his name to bless With her last words , unable to suppress His anguish , with his heart he ceased to ...
... breath The Sailor knew too well . That wickedness His hand had wrought ; and when , in the hour of death , He saw his Wife's lips move his name to bless With her last words , unable to suppress His anguish , with his heart he ceased to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou aught beauty behold beneath bird blest bowers breast breath breeze bright calm cheer child clouds creature dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle glory grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour human Idon light live lonely look MARMADUKE meek mind morning mortal mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed peace Peter Bell pleasure praise pride rapture rill RIVER DUDDON rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep smile smooth soft song sorrow soul sound spirit St Bees stars stood stream sublime sweet tears thee thine things thou thought towers trees truth Twas vale voice wandering wild wind woods words Yarrow youth
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Página 114 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 114 - As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Página 159 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st...
Página 127 - 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. And so I dare to hope, Though...
Página 299 - 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 48 - 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?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 176 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. 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...
Página 357 - 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 299 - No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust: And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferred The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
Página 127 - 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. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this...