The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... sweet Isle , of isles the Queen : Ye fairies , from all evil keep her ! And see the town where I was born ! Around those happy fields we span In boyish gambols : -I was lost Where I have been , but on this coast I feel I am a man ...
... sweet Isle , of isles the Queen : Ye fairies , from all evil keep her ! And see the town where I was born ! Around those happy fields we span In boyish gambols : -I was lost Where I have been , but on this coast I feel I am a man ...
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... sweet a scene As ever human eye did view . Beneath the clear blue sky he saw A little field of meadow ground ; But field or meadow name it not ; Call it of earth a small green plot , With rocks encompassed round . The Swale flowed under ...
... sweet a scene As ever human eye did view . Beneath the clear blue sky he saw A little field of meadow ground ; But field or meadow name it not ; Call it of earth a small green plot , With rocks encompassed round . The Swale flowed under ...
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... sweet and playful Highland girl , As light and beauteous as a squirrel , As beauteous and as wild ! Her dwelling was a lonely house , A cottage in a heathy dell ; And she put on her gown of green , And left her mother at sixteen , And ...
... sweet and playful Highland girl , As light and beauteous as a squirrel , As beauteous and as wild ! Her dwelling was a lonely house , A cottage in a heathy dell ; And she put on her gown of green , And left her mother at sixteen , And ...
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... Sweet tears of hope and tenderness ! And fast they fell , a plenteous shower ! His nerves , his sinews seemed to melt ; Through all his iron frame was felt A gentle , a relaxing , power ! Each fibre of his frame was weak ; Weak all the ...
... Sweet tears of hope and tenderness ! And fast they fell , a plenteous shower ! His nerves , his sinews seemed to melt ; Through all his iron frame was felt A gentle , a relaxing , power ! Each fibre of his frame was weak ; Weak all the ...
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... sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease ; and , of its joy secure , The heart luxuriates with indifferent things , Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones , And on the vacant air . Then up I rose , And dragged to earth ...
... sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease ; and , of its joy secure , The heart luxuriates with indifferent things , Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones , And on the vacant air . Then up I rose , And dragged to earth ...
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Página 65 - 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 302 - In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Página 68 - 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 184 - But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known ; But at the coming of the milder day These monuments shall all be overgrown.
Página 300 - MILTON, thou shouldst be living at this hour ! England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters ; altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness.
Página 292 - 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.
Página 55 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Página 53 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both pain...
Página 56 - Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
Página 262 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one...