A Selection from the Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1865 - 279 páginas |
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... Leonard heard The tones of waterfalls , and inland sounds Of caves and trees : —and , when the regular wind Between the tropics filled the steady sail , And blew with the same breath through days and weeks , Lengthening invisibly its ...
... Leonard heard The tones of waterfalls , and inland sounds Of caves and trees : —and , when the regular wind Between the tropics filled the steady sail , And blew with the same breath through days and weeks , Lengthening invisibly its ...
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... Leonard had approached his home , his heart Failed in him ; and , not venturing to enquire Tidings of one so long and dearly loved , He to the solitary church - yard turned ; That , as he knew in what particular spot His family were ...
... Leonard had approached his home , his heart Failed in him ; and , not venturing to enquire Tidings of one so long and dearly loved , He to the solitary church - yard turned ; That , as he knew in what particular spot His family were ...
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... Leonard , at the church - yard gate Stopped short , and thence , at leisure , limb by limb Perused him with a gay complacency . Ay , thought the Vicar , smiling to himself , ' Tis one of those who needs must leave the path Of the ...
... Leonard , at the church - yard gate Stopped short , and thence , at leisure , limb by limb Perused him with a gay complacency . Ay , thought the Vicar , smiling to himself , ' Tis one of those who needs must leave the path Of the ...
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... Leonard to the Vicar as to one Unknown to him , this dialogue ensued . Leonard . You live , Sir , in these dales , a quiet life : Your years make up one peaceful family ; And who would grieve and fret , if , welcome come And welcome ...
... Leonard to the Vicar as to one Unknown to him , this dialogue ensued . Leonard . You live , Sir , in these dales , a quiet life : Your years make up one peaceful family ; And who would grieve and fret , if , welcome come And welcome ...
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... Leonard . Yet your Church - yard Seems , if such freedom may be used with you , Το say that you are heedless of the past : An orphan could not find his mother's grave : Here's neither head nor foot - stone , plate of WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ...
... Leonard . Yet your Church - yard Seems , if such freedom may be used with you , Το say that you are heedless of the past : An orphan could not find his mother's grave : Here's neither head nor foot - stone , plate of WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou beatific beauty behold beneath blessed Borrowdale bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear deep delight dost doth drest dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel fields flowers friends gaze gentle glad glory gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy happy days hath heard heart heaven hills hope hour human lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look Luke Lycoris mind morning mountains murmur Naiad Nature Nature's never night o'er passed peace pensive pleasure PLUTARCH Priest quiet rills rocks round seemed shade Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees turned Twill vale voice Walter Scott wander waters wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow Youth
Pasajes populares
Página 1 - 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 way-lay.
Página 52 - 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 79 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Página 3 - 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.
Página 177 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Página 148 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Página 268 - 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 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She 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.
Página vi - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Página 28 - 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.