The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1869 - 704 páginas |
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... Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a Blank Leaf in " The Complete Angler To the Poet , John Dyer 99 On the Detraction which followed the Publication of a certain Poem Grief , thou hast lost an ever ready friend To S. H ... Composed in one of ...
... Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a Blank Leaf in " The Complete Angler To the Poet , John Dyer 99 On the Detraction which followed the Publication of a certain Poem Grief , thou hast lost an ever ready friend To S. H ... Composed in one of ...
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... wild : The spirit sought not then , in cherished sadness , A cloudy substitute for failing gladness . In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright , The sun at morning , and the stars at night , Alike , when first the bittern's ...
... wild : The spirit sought not then , in cherished sadness , A cloudy substitute for failing gladness . In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright , The sun at morning , and the stars at night , Alike , when first the bittern's ...
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... wild Aosta lulled by Alpine rills , On Zutphen's plain ; or on that highland dell , Through which rough Garry cleaves his way , can tell What high resolves exalt the tenderest thought Of him whom passion rivets to the spot , Where ...
... wild Aosta lulled by Alpine rills , On Zutphen's plain ; or on that highland dell , Through which rough Garry cleaves his way , can tell What high resolves exalt the tenderest thought Of him whom passion rivets to the spot , Where ...
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... wilds has seen The native Genii walk the mountain green ? Or hand , while other worlds their charms reveal , Set music o ... wild bees ' safe abode : Continual waters welling cheered the waste , And plants were wholesome , now of deadly ...
... wilds has seen The native Genii walk the mountain green ? Or hand , while other worlds their charms reveal , Set music o ... wild bees ' safe abode : Continual waters welling cheered the waste , And plants were wholesome , now of deadly ...
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... wild wreaths , and whispers his return . Once , Man entirely free , alone and wild , Was blest as free - for he was Nature's child . He , all superior but his God disdained , Walked none restraining , and by none restrained : Confessed ...
... wild wreaths , and whispers his return . Once , Man entirely free , alone and wild , Was blest as free - for he was Nature's child . He , all superior but his God disdained , Walked none restraining , and by none restrained : Confessed ...
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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.