The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... seemed - wall , window , roof and tower 2 To bow to some transforming power , And blend with the surrounding trees . As ruinous a place it was , Thought Peter , in the shire of Fife That served my turn , when following still From land ...
... seemed - wall , window , roof and tower 2 To bow to some transforming power , And blend with the surrounding trees . As ruinous a place it was , Thought Peter , in the shire of Fife That served my turn , when following still From land ...
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... 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 animal within ; But , in its helplessness , grew mild And gentle as an infant child , An infant that ...
... 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 animal within ; But , in its helplessness , grew mild And gentle as an infant child , An infant that ...
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... seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course , With rocks , and stones , and trees . E A POET'S EPITAPH . Comp ...
... seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years . No motion has she now , no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course , With rocks , and stones , and trees . E A POET'S EPITAPH . Comp ...
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... seemed as if he drank it up- He felt with spirit so profound . -Thou soul of God's best earthly mould ! Thou happy soul ! and can it be That these two words of glittering gold Are all that must remain of thee ? THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS ...
... seemed as if he drank it up- He felt with spirit so profound . -Thou soul of God's best earthly mould ! Thou happy soul ! and can it be That these two words of glittering gold Are all that must remain of thee ? THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS ...
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... seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . And , turning from her grave , I met , Beside the churchyard yew , A blooming Girl , whose hair was wet With points of morning dew . A basket on her head she bare ; Her brow was ...
... seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . And , turning from her grave , I met , Beside the churchyard yew , A blooming Girl , whose hair was wet With points of morning dew . A basket on her head she bare ; Her brow was ...
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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.