The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... Sing here beneath the shade , That half - mad thing of witty rhymes Which you last April made ! " Now , Matthew , let us try to match 1800 . 1 In silence Matthew lay , and eyed The spring 76 THE FOUNTAIN . THE FOUNTAIN: A CONVERSATION.
... Sing here beneath the shade , That half - mad thing of witty rhymes Which you last April made ! " Now , Matthew , let us try to match 1800 . 1 In silence Matthew lay , and eyed The spring 76 THE FOUNTAIN . THE FOUNTAIN: A CONVERSATION.
Página 78
... , The man who thus complains ! I live and sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains ; The blackbird in the summer trees , The lark upon the hill , 1800 . And , Matthew , for thy children dead I'll be 78 THE FOUNTAIN .
... , The man who thus complains ! I live and sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains ; The blackbird in the summer trees , The lark upon the hill , 1800 . And , Matthew , for thy children dead I'll be 78 THE FOUNTAIN .
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... sings his blithest and his best . She sings , regardless of her rest . 1800 . 1820 . 3 1836 . But in this lonesome nook the bird 1800 . Within this nook the lonesome bird 1827 . 4 1820 . his nest . 1800 . 6 1827 . The bees borne on the ...
... sings his blithest and his best . She sings , regardless of her rest . 1800 . 1820 . 3 1836 . But in this lonesome nook the bird 1800 . Within this nook the lonesome bird 1827 . 4 1820 . his nest . 1800 . 6 1827 . The bees borne on the ...
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... sings alone Beside the tree and corner - stone.2 V. There sits he ; in his face you spy No trace of a ferocious air , Nor ever was a cloudless sky So steady or so fair . The lovely Danish Boy is blest And happy in his flowery cove ...
... sings alone Beside the tree and corner - stone.2 V. There sits he ; in his face you spy No trace of a ferocious air , Nor ever was a cloudless sky So steady or so fair . The lovely Danish Boy is blest And happy in his flowery cove ...
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... sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . This poem was illustrated by Sir George Beaumont , in a picture of some merit , which was engraved by P. C. Bromley , and published in the collected editions of 1815 and 1820.-ED. 1 1845 ...
... sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . This poem was illustrated by Sir George Beaumont , in a picture of some merit , which was engraved by P. C. Bromley , and published in the collected editions of 1815 and 1820.-ED. 1 1845 ...
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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.