The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... round you roaring , Rocking and roaring like a sea ; The noise of danger's in your ears , And ye have all a thousand fears . Both for my little Boat and me ! Meanwhile untroubled I admire1 The pointed horns of my canoe ; And , did not ...
... round you roaring , Rocking and roaring like a sea ; The noise of danger's in your ears , And ye have all a thousand fears . Both for my little Boat and me ! Meanwhile untroubled I admire1 The pointed horns of my canoe ; And , did not ...
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... round with Highland lasses And he had lain beside his asses On lofty Cheviot Hills : Flings o'er the fen its ponderous knell , Its far - renowned alarum ! 1845 . his ponderous knell , A far - renowned alarum ! 1819 . 1836 . * In the ...
... round with Highland lasses And he had lain beside his asses On lofty Cheviot Hills : Flings o'er the fen its ponderous knell , Its far - renowned alarum ! 1845 . his ponderous knell , A far - renowned alarum ! 1819 . 1836 . * In the ...
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... round him hung As of a dweller out of doors ; In his whole figure and his mien A savage character was seen Of mountains and of dreary moors . To all the unshaped half - human thoughts . Which solitary Nature feeds ' Mid summer storms or ...
... round him hung As of a dweller out of doors ; In his whole figure and his mien A savage character was seen Of mountains and of dreary moors . To all the unshaped half - human thoughts . Which solitary Nature feeds ' Mid summer storms or ...
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... round . The Swale flowed under the grey rocks , But he flowed quiet and unseen ; — You need a strong and stormy gale To bring the noises of the Swale To that green spot , so calm and green ! 1 And is there no one dwelling here , No ...
... round . The Swale flowed under the grey rocks , But he flowed quiet and unseen ; — You need a strong and stormy gale To bring the noises of the Swale To that green spot , so calm and green ! 1 And is there no one dwelling here , No ...
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... round his long left ear . 29 Thought Peter , What can mean all this ? Some ugly witchcraft must be here ! -Once more the Ass , with motion dull , Upon the pivot of his skull Turned round his long left ear . 1836 . With ready heel the ...
... round his long left ear . 29 Thought Peter , What can mean all this ? Some ugly witchcraft must be here ! -Once more the Ass , with motion dull , Upon the pivot of his skull Turned round his long left ear . 1836 . With ready heel the ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside Askrigg beautiful beneath bird Bishop of Lincoln BLEAK SEASON bower breath bright brook brother Calais cheerful child church-yard Cockermouth Coleridge Comp composed cottage crag Cuckoo dear delight Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal doth Dove Cottage earth Ennerdale eyes face Father fear Fenwick note fields flowers gentle Ghyll Goslar Grasmere grave green happy hast hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven hills lake Leonard lived look Luke Lyrical Ballads mind morning mountains Neidpath Castle never night o'er passed Peter Bell pleasure poem poor Priest Rob Roy rock round Rydal sate seen Sheep-fold Shepherd side sight sing Skiddaw Sockburn song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spot stanzas stars stone stood stream sweet thee things thou art thought Town-end trees vale valley voice walk wild wind woods Wordsworth written youth
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Página 66 - 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 293 - 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 69 - 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 347 - 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...
Página 56 - 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 54 - 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 57 - 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 263 - 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 129 - Those fields, those hills— what could they less? had laid Strong hold on his affections, were to him A pleasurable feeling of blind love, The pleasure which there is in life itself.
Página 162 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.