The Poetical Works of William WordsworthWilliam P. Nimmo, 1871 - 574 páginas |
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... truth a lamentable hour When , from the last hill - top my sire surveyed , Peering above the trees , the steeple tower That on his marriage - day sweet music made , Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid , Close by my mother ...
... truth a lamentable hour When , from the last hill - top my sire surveyed , Peering above the trees , the steeple tower That on his marriage - day sweet music made , Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid , Close by my mother ...
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... truth , And clear and open soul , so prized in fearless youth . Three years thus wandering , often have I viewed , In tears , the sun towards that country tend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude And now across this moor my steps ...
... truth , And clear and open soul , so prized in fearless youth . Three years thus wandering , often have I viewed , In tears , the sun towards that country tend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude And now across this moor my steps ...
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... truth : We have no need of names and epitaphs ; We talk about the dead by our firesides . And then , for our immortal part ; we want No symbols , sir , to tell us that plain tale : The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been ...
... truth : We have no need of names and epitaphs ; We talk about the dead by our firesides . And then , for our immortal part ; we want No symbols , sir , to tell us that plain tale : The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been ...
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... truth , If Bruce hath loved sincerely , That Gordon loves as dearly . But what is Gordon's beauteous face , And what are Gordon's crosses To them who sit by Kirtle's Braes Upon the verdant mosses ? The Kirtle is a river in the southern ...
... truth , If Bruce hath loved sincerely , That Gordon loves as dearly . But what is Gordon's beauteous face , And what are Gordon's crosses To them who sit by Kirtle's Braes Upon the verdant mosses ? The Kirtle is a river in the southern ...
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... truth is in them who say so ! " My own dear little one will sigh , Sweet babe ! and they will let him die . ' He pines , ' they'll say ; it is his doom , And you may see his hour is come . ' Oh ! had he but thy cheerful smiles , Limbs ...
... truth is in them who say so ! " My own dear little one will sigh , Sweet babe ! and they will let him die . ' He pines , ' they'll say ; it is his doom , And you may see his hour is come . ' Oh ! had he but thy cheerful smiles , Limbs ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou babe beauty behold beneath Betty Betty Foy Binnorie bird blessed bower breath bright calm cheerful child clouds cottage dark dead dear deep delight doth dwell earth face fair fear feel flowers glad Grasmere grave green grove guardian rocks happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helm Crag hills hope hour human Idiot Boy Johnie Kilve Laodamia light live lonely look Martha Ray mind moon morning mother mountain Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed peace pleasure poor porringer praise Protesilaus rest rill Rob Roy rocks round seemed shade shepherd side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile solitude song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stone stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees truth Twas Twill vale voice wandering wild wind woods Yarrow youth
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Página 233 - 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 185 - Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Página 307 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Página 151 - WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 196 - The eye, it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. " Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 157 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Página 137 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Página 309 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, 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 310 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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 311 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...