The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2W. Paterson, 1882 |
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... IN MY POCKET COPY OF THOMSON'S CASTLE of INDOLENCE . 305 To H. C. , SIX YEARS OLD . 309 TO THE DAISY . 310 · TO THE SAME FLOWER . TO THE DAISY . THE GREEN LINNET . 315 317 319 YEW TREES . WHO FANCIED WHAT A PRETTY SIGHT . CONTENTS . vii.
... IN MY POCKET COPY OF THOMSON'S CASTLE of INDOLENCE . 305 To H. C. , SIX YEARS OLD . 309 TO THE DAISY . 310 · TO THE SAME FLOWER . TO THE DAISY . THE GREEN LINNET . 315 317 319 YEW TREES . WHO FANCIED WHAT A PRETTY SIGHT . CONTENTS . vii.
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. YEW TREES . WHO FANCIED WHAT A PRETTY SIGHT . IT IS NO SPIRIT WHO FROM HEAVEN HATH FLOWN . MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND—- DEPARTURE FROM THE VALE OF GRASMERE , AUGUST , 1803 . AT THE GRAVE OF ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. YEW TREES . WHO FANCIED WHAT A PRETTY SIGHT . IT IS NO SPIRIT WHO FROM HEAVEN HATH FLOWN . MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND—- DEPARTURE FROM THE VALE OF GRASMERE , AUGUST , 1803 . AT THE GRAVE OF ...
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... sight , No woodman's hut , no cottage light- Peter , you need not fear ! 1 There's nothing to be seen but woods , And rocks that spread a hoary gleam , And this one Beast , that from the bed Of the green meadow hangs his head Over the ...
... sight , No woodman's hut , no cottage light- Peter , you need not fear ! 1 There's nothing to be seen but woods , And rocks that spread a hoary gleam , And this one Beast , that from the bed Of the green meadow hangs his head Over the ...
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... sight from Peter's tongue ; With hard contempt his heart was wrung , With hatred and vexation . The meagre beast lay still as death ; And Peter's lips with fury quiver ; Quoth he , " You little mulish dog , I'll fling your carcass like ...
... sight from Peter's tongue ; With hard contempt his heart was wrung , With hatred and vexation . The meagre beast lay still as death ; And Peter's lips with fury quiver ; Quoth he , " You little mulish dog , I'll fling your carcass like ...
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... sight Meets him , among the inverted trees.3 Is it the moon's distorted face ? The ghost - like image of a cloud ? Is it a gallows there portrayed ? Is Peter of himself afraid ? Is it a coffin , or a shroud ? 1 1836 . And Peter now ...
... sight Meets him , among the inverted trees.3 Is it the moon's distorted face ? The ghost - like image of a cloud ? Is it a gallows there portrayed ? Is Peter of himself afraid ? Is it a coffin , or a shroud ? 1 1836 . And Peter now ...
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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 seemed seen Sheep-fold Shepherd side sight sing Skiddaw Sockburn song sonnet sorrow soul 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 65 - 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 302 - In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Página 68 - 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 346 - 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 184 - But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known ; But at the coming of the milder day These monuments shall all be overgrown.
Página 300 - MILTON, thou shouldst be living at this hour ! England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters ; altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness.
Página 55 - 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 53 - 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 54 - And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Página 345 - 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.