The poetical works of William Wordsworth, with a life of the authorT. Nelson and Sons, 1861 - 532 pages |
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... Earth has not anything to show more fair " " Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side " " Brook ! whose society the poet seeks " Admonition " Beloved vale ! ' I said , ' when I shall con " Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne ...
... Earth has not anything to show more fair " " Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side " " Brook ! whose society the poet seeks " Admonition " Beloved vale ! ' I said , ' when I shall con " Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne ...
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... earth and heaven do make one imagery ; O blessed vision ! happy child ! That art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought of times when pain might be thy guest , Lord of ...
... earth and heaven do make one imagery ; O blessed vision ! happy child ! That art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought of times when pain might be thy guest , Lord of ...
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... earth was new ; And this for evermore will do , As long as earth shall last . And , with the coming of the tide , Come boats and ships , that sweetly ride , Between the woods and lofty rocks ; And to the shepherds with their flocks ...
... earth was new ; And this for evermore will do , As long as earth shall last . And , with the coming of the tide , Come boats and ships , that sweetly ride , Between the woods and lofty rocks ; And to the shepherds with their flocks ...
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... earth makes and sun doth shine upon , Here are they in our sight - we have no more . Sunshine and shower be with you , bud and bell ! For two months now in vain we shall be sought ; We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our ...
... earth makes and sun doth shine upon , Here are they in our sight - we have no more . Sunshine and shower be with you , bud and bell ! For two months now in vain we shall be sought ; We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our ...
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... earth as this ! " And then he sometimes interwove Dear thoughts about a father's love : " For there , " said he , " are spun Around the heart such tender ties , That our own children to our eyes Are dearer than the sun . " Sweet Ruth ...
... earth as this ! " And then he sometimes interwove Dear thoughts about a father's love : " For there , " said he , " are spun Around the heart such tender ties , That our own children to our eyes Are dearer than the sun . " Sweet Ruth ...
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Page 105 - 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.
Page 116 - 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.
Page 111 - 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.
Page 40 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 173 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page xvii - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 216 - 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
Page 139 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 143 - Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Page 147 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw ; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need...