The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... deep may show ; Perpetual flight , unchecked by earthly ties , Leav'st to the wandering bird of paradise . Faithful , though swift as lightning , the meek dove ; Yet more hath Nature reconciled in thee ; So constant with thy downward ...
... deep may show ; Perpetual flight , unchecked by earthly ties , Leav'st to the wandering bird of paradise . Faithful , though swift as lightning , the meek dove ; Yet more hath Nature reconciled in thee ; So constant with thy downward ...
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... deep , Nor ever more were seen . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The solitude of Binnorie . VI . The stream that flows out of the lake , As through the glen it rambles , Repeats a moan o'er moss and stone , For those seven lovely ...
... deep , Nor ever more were seen . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The solitude of Binnorie . VI . The stream that flows out of the lake , As through the glen it rambles , Repeats a moan o'er moss and stone , For those seven lovely ...
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... deep . Clouds that love through air to hasten , Ere the storm its fury stills , Helmet - like themselves will fasten On the heads of towering hills . What , if through the frozen centre Of the Alps the Chamois bound , Yet he has a home ...
... deep . Clouds that love through air to hasten , Ere the storm its fury stills , Helmet - like themselves will fasten On the heads of towering hills . What , if through the frozen centre Of the Alps the Chamois bound , Yet he has a home ...
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... deep , determined , desperate draught ! Nor did the battered Tar forget , Or flinch from what he deemed his debt : Then , like a hero crowned with laurel , Back to her place the ship he led ; Wheeled her back in full apparel ; And so ...
... deep , determined , desperate draught ! Nor did the battered Tar forget , Or flinch from what he deemed his debt : Then , like a hero crowned with laurel , Back to her place the ship he led ; Wheeled her back in full apparel ; And so ...
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... deep ; Or haunts me with familiar face , Returning , like a ghost unlaid , Until the debt I owe be paid . Forgive me , then ; for I had been On friendly terms with this Machine : In him , while he was wont to trace Our roads , through ...
... deep ; Or haunts me with familiar face , Returning , like a ghost unlaid , Until the debt I owe be paid . Forgive me , then ; for I had been On friendly terms with this Machine : In him , while he was wont to trace Our roads , through ...
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Página 108 - 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 107 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Página 105 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 163 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 116 - 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!
Página 165 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Página 162 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 161 - Once again I see' These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Página 303 - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Página 132 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...