The poetical works of William Wordsworth, with a life of the authorT. Nelson and Sons, 1861 - 532 pages |
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... heaven upon me . " So indomitable a charac- ter as this , imbued with the gentleness and serenity which marked the chastened temper of Wordsworth , is surely of very rare occurrence amongst poets . " The White Doe of Rylstone ' was ...
... heaven upon me . " So indomitable a charac- ter as this , imbued with the gentleness and serenity which marked the chastened temper of Wordsworth , is surely of very rare occurrence amongst poets . " The White Doe of Rylstone ' was ...
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... heaven hath flown " Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey 169 ... ... 170 ... ... Poems proceeding from Sentiment and Reflection . Lines left upon a seat in a yew - tree Character of the Happy Warrior ... 173 174 Rob Roy's ...
... heaven hath flown " Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey 169 ... ... 170 ... ... Poems proceeding from Sentiment and Reflection . Lines left upon a seat in a yew - tree Character of the Happy Warrior ... 173 174 Rob Roy's ...
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... Heaven grant that he spare but that one upright twig That looked up at the sky so proud and big All last summer , as well you know , Studded with apples , a beautiful show ! Hark ! over the roof he makes a pause , And growls as if he ...
... Heaven grant that he spare but that one upright twig That looked up at the sky so proud and big All last summer , as well you know , Studded with apples , a beautiful show ! Hark ! over the roof he makes a pause , And growls as if he ...
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... heaven we all shall meet ! " -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone ...
... heaven we all shall meet ! " -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone ...
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... heaven ? " The little maiden did reply , " O master ! we are seven . ' " But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away : for still The little maid would have her will , And said ...
... heaven ? " The little maiden did reply , " O master ! we are seven . ' " But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away : for still The little maid would have her will , And said ...
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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...