The poetical works of William WordsworthE. Moxon, Son, 1882 |
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... drowsiness half shut , The shadows of the breezy elms above Dappling his face . He had not heard my steps As I approached , and near him did I stand Unnoticed in the shade some minutes ' space . At THE EXCURSION - THE WANDERER . 15.
... drowsiness half shut , The shadows of the breezy elms above Dappling his face . He had not heard my steps As I approached , and near him did I stand Unnoticed in the shade some minutes ' space . At THE EXCURSION - THE WANDERER . 15.
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... standing , freely to respire , And cool my temples in the fanning air , Thus did he speak . " I see around me here Things which you cannot see : we die , my Friend , Nor we alone , but that which each man loved And prized in his ...
... standing , freely to respire , And cool my temples in the fanning air , Thus did he speak . " I see around me here Things which you cannot see : we die , my Friend , Nor we alone , but that which each man loved And prized in his ...
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... stand : For full in view , approaching through a gate That opened from the enclosure of green fields Into the rough uncultivated ground , Behold the Man whom he had fancied dead ! I knew from the appearance and the dress , That it could ...
... stand : For full in view , approaching through a gate That opened from the enclosure of green fields Into the rough uncultivated ground , Behold the Man whom he had fancied dead ! I knew from the appearance and the dress , That it could ...
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... standing in the sun Without refreshment ! " Saying this , he led Toward the Cottage . Homely was the spot ; And , to my feeling , ere we reached the door , Had almost a forbidding nakedness ; Less fair , I grant , even painfully less ...
... standing in the sun Without refreshment ! " Saying this , he led Toward the Cottage . Homely was the spot ; And , to my feeling , ere we reached the door , Had almost a forbidding nakedness ; Less fair , I grant , even painfully less ...
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... stand For my excuse , if what I shall relate Tire your attention . - Outcast and cut off As we seem here , and must have seemed to you When ye looked down upon us from the crag , Islanders of a stormy mountain sea , We are not so ...
... stand For my excuse , if what I shall relate Tire your attention . - Outcast and cut off As we seem here , and must have seemed to you When ye looked down upon us from the crag , Islanders of a stormy mountain sea , We are not so ...
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Página 497 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 427 - 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 470 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 470 - 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? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I...
Página 497 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood...
Página 431 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 360 - 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 waylay.
Página 496 - In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by...
Página 421 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a Light to guide, a Rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free; And calmstthe weary strife of frail humanity!
Página 494 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.