The Sonnets of William Wordsworth: Collected in One Volume, with a Few Additional Ones, Now First PublishedE. Moxon, 1838 - 477 pages |
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... Hills , 57 Those words were uttered , ha While not a leaf seems faded , Mi How clear , how keen , 60 Composed ... Hill , 104 Filial Piety , 105 To the Author's Portrait , 106 Why art thou silent ? 107 To B. R. Haydon ( Picture of ...
... Hills , 57 Those words were uttered , ha While not a leaf seems faded , Mi How clear , how keen , 60 Composed ... Hill , 104 Filial Piety , 105 To the Author's Portrait , 106 Why art thou silent ? 107 To B. R. Haydon ( Picture of ...
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... Hill , 257 Despond who will , 258 Suggested by the foregoing , 275 Nunnery , 276 Steamboats , Viaducts , and Railways , 277 On the Frith of Clyde , 260 Not envying Latian shades , 2৪১ Child of the clouds ! 2016 How shall I paint thee ...
... Hill , 257 Despond who will , 258 Suggested by the foregoing , 275 Nunnery , 276 Steamboats , Viaducts , and Railways , 277 On the Frith of Clyde , 260 Not envying Latian shades , 2৪১ Child of the clouds ! 2016 How shall I paint thee ...
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... Hill , which ' did divide Into two ample horns his forehead wide , ' Shines with pootic radiance as of old ; While not an English Mountain we behold By the celestial Muses glorified . Yet round our sea - girt shore they rise in crowds ...
... Hill , which ' did divide Into two ample horns his forehead wide , ' Shines with pootic radiance as of old ; While not an English Mountain we behold By the celestial Muses glorified . Yet round our sea - girt shore they rise in crowds ...
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... hill , Furrowing its shallow way with dubious will ; Yet to my mind this scanty Stream is brought . Oftener than Ganges or the Nile ; a thought Of private recollection sweet and still ! Months perish with their moons ; year treads on ...
... hill , Furrowing its shallow way with dubious will ; Yet to my mind this scanty Stream is brought . Oftener than Ganges or the Nile ; a thought Of private recollection sweet and still ! Months perish with their moons ; year treads on ...
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... hills fenced , with ocean's murmur lulled ; Though hasty Fame hath many a chaplet culled For worthless brows , while in the pensive shade Of ... Hill ! XVIII . ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED THE PUBLICATION 1 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 21.
... hills fenced , with ocean's murmur lulled ; Though hasty Fame hath many a chaplet culled For worthless brows , while in the pensive shade Of ... Hill ! XVIII . ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED THE PUBLICATION 1 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 21.
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ancient aught beauty behold blest bold bosom Bothwell Castle bowers breath bright brook brow BRUGES CALAIS cave cheer Church clouds crown Danube dark dear divine doth dread dream Duddon DUNOLLY CASTLE EARL OF LONSDALE earth ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS England eternal faith Fancy fear flowers friend of human glory grace green happy hath heart Heaven hill holy honour hope Isle King land liberty light Line meek memory mighty mind morn mountain Muse Nature Nature's nursling o'er peace Penrith pensive praise pure repose Rill river river Derwent RIVER DUDDON RIVER EDEN rock round RYDAL MOUNT sacred SCOTLAND shade shine sight silent sleep smile smooth soft song soul sound spirit spread stars Stream sublime sweet sword thee thine THOMAS CLARKSON thou thought TOWER OF REFUGE towers trees truth vale voice Wicliffe wild wind wing
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Page 18 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away: Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
Page 84 - O ye spires of Oxford ! domes and towers ! Gardens and groves ! your presence overpowers The soberness of reason ; till, in sooth, Transformed, and rushing on a bold exchange, I slight my own beloved Cam, to range . Where silver Isis leads my stripling feet ; Pace the long avenue, or glide adown The stream-like windings of that glorious street — An eager Novice robed in fluttering gown...
Page 132 - 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 travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 43 - Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence, square with my desire ; To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong.
Page 219 - Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye winds of ocean, and the midland sea, Wafting your charge to soft Parthenope...
Page 83 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 134 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. 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. - In everything we are sprung Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.
Page 135 - For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now and then, Among the many movements of his mind, Felt for thee as a lover or a child ! OCTOBER, 1803.
Page iii - My admiration of some of the Sonnets of Milton first tempted me to write in that form. The fact is not mentioned from a notion that it will be deemed of any importance by the reader, but merely as a public acknowledgment of one of the innumerable obligations which, as a Poet and a Man. I am under to our great fellow-countryman.'— AJvtrtucmtnt to tht collated tditioit of tkt SONNETS, 1838.
Page 58 - Grove, isle, with every shape of sky-built dome, Though clad in colours beautiful and pure, Find in the heart of man no natural home : The immortal Mind craves objects that endure : These cleave to it ; from these it cannot roam, Nor they from it : their fellowship is secure.