The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1869 - 704 páginas |
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... passion have I known She dwelt among the untrodden ways I travelled among unknown men Ere with cold beads of midnight dew To The Forsaken ' Tis said , that some have died for love A Complaint . To Yes ! thou art fair , yet be not moved ...
... passion have I known She dwelt among the untrodden ways I travelled among unknown men Ere with cold beads of midnight dew To The Forsaken ' Tis said , that some have died for love A Complaint . To Yes ! thou art fair , yet be not moved ...
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... passion rivets to the spot , Where breathed the gale that caught Wolfe's hap piest sigh , And the last sunbeam fell on Bayard's eye ; Where bleeding Sidney from the cup retired , And glad Dundee in " faint huzzas " expired ? But now ...
... passion rivets to the spot , Where breathed the gale that caught Wolfe's hap piest sigh , And the last sunbeam fell on Bayard's eye ; Where bleeding Sidney from the cup retired , And glad Dundee in " faint huzzas " expired ? But now ...
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... passion , made reply With bitter insult and revilings sad ; Asked him in scorn what business there he had ; What kind of plunder he was hunting now ; The gallows would one day of him be glad ; — Though inward anguish damped the Sailor's ...
... passion , made reply With bitter insult and revilings sad ; Asked him in scorn what business there he had ; What kind of plunder he was hunting now ; The gallows would one day of him be glad ; — Though inward anguish damped the Sailor's ...
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... passion drove him — then a Voyager Upon the midland Sea . You knew his bearing In Palestine ? Lacy . Mohammedan and Christian . But enough ; Let us begone -- the Band may else be foiled . Where he despised alike [ Excunt . Enter ...
... passion drove him — then a Voyager Upon the midland Sea . You knew his bearing In Palestine ? Lacy . Mohammedan and Christian . But enough ; Let us begone -- the Band may else be foiled . Where he despised alike [ Excunt . Enter ...
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... passion of the moment . Mar. The cloud will soon disperse - farewell- but stay , Thou wilt relate the story . Osw . Am I neither To bear a part in this Man's punishment , Nor be its witness ? Mar. I had many hopes That were most dear to ...
... passion of the moment . Mar. The cloud will soon disperse - farewell- but stay , Thou wilt relate the story . Osw . Am I neither To bear a part in this Man's punishment , Nor be its witness ? Mar. I had many hopes That were most dear to ...
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aught beauty behold beneath bird blest bowers breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds creature Cuckoo dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith fancy fear feel flowers Friend Furness Abbey gentle grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hope hour human Idon labour light living lonely look MARMADUKE mind morning mountain Muse nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed passion peace Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet praise rapture rest rill RIVER DUDDON RIVER EDEN rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone Scotland shade side sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep smooth song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees truth Twas Ulpha vale voice wandering wild wind woods words Yarrow youth
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Página 430 - 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. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Página 131 - A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Página 129 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 430 - 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 468 - Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Página 46 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all,
Página 429 - 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.
Página 437 - 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 518 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Página 437 - That spectacle, for many days, my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being ; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.