Selections from WordsworthKegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1888 - 309 páginas |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... grace the boy grew up A healthy Lad , and carried in his cheek Two steady roses that were five years old ; Then Michael from a winter coppice cut With his own hand a sapling , which he hooped With iron , making it throughout in all Due ...
... grace the boy grew up A healthy Lad , and carried in his cheek Two steady roses that were five years old ; Then Michael from a winter coppice cut With his own hand a sapling , which he hooped With iron , making it throughout in all Due ...
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... the mountain - side : By our own spirits are we deified : We Poets in our youth begin in gladness ; But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness . VIII . Now , whether it were by peculiar grace THE LEECH - GATHERER . 107.
... the mountain - side : By our own spirits are we deified : We Poets in our youth begin in gladness ; But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness . VIII . Now , whether it were by peculiar grace THE LEECH - GATHERER . 107.
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... grace , A leading from above , a something given , Yet it befel , that , in this lonely place , When I with these untoward thoughts had striven , Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven I saw a Man before me unawares : The oldest man he ...
... grace , A leading from above , a something given , Yet it befel , that , in this lonely place , When I with these untoward thoughts had striven , Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven I saw a Man before me unawares : The oldest man he ...
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... grace Checked oft - times in a devious race , May He who halloweth the place Where Man is laid Receive thy Spirit in the embrace For which it prayed ! Sighing I turned away ; but ere Night fell I heard , or seemed to hear , Music that ...
... grace Checked oft - times in a devious race , May He who halloweth the place Where Man is laid Receive thy Spirit in the embrace For which it prayed ! Sighing I turned away ; but ere Night fell I heard , or seemed to hear , Music that ...
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Términos y frases comunes
babe beauty behold beneath birds BLEAK SEASON bower breath breeze bright Brougham Castle calm cheer child clouds Composed Creature dear deep delight dost doth dwell earth fair Fancy fear feel flowers friends gentle glad gleam glory glow-worm Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn HENRY DOULTON hope hour Laodamia light live lofty lonely look Martha Ray mind morning mountain murmur Nature Nature's never night o'er Ode to Duty oh misery pain pass Peele Castle Peter Bell pleasure poems Published 1798 Published 1807 Rill RIVER DUDDON rock round Rylstone shade Shepherd sight silent SIMPLON PASS sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars steep stone stream sweet tears thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees vale voice wild William Wordsworth wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Página 177 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Página 44 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Página 170 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Página 37 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 116 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 52 - 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 8 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. " My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them.
Página 180 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 53 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 176 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...