The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... grace , Which Love makes for thee ! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit , and play with similes , Loose types of things through all degrees , Thoughts of thy raising : And many a fond and idle name I give to thee , for praise or blame ...
... grace , Which Love makes for thee ! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit , and play with similes , Loose types of things through all degrees , Thoughts of thy raising : And many a fond and idle name I give to thee , for praise or blame ...
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... grace the fairest , sweetest plant , Whose presence cheers the drooping frame Of English Emigrant . Gazing , she feels its power beguile Sad thoughts , and breathes with easier breath ; Alas ! that meek , that tender smile Is but a ...
... grace the fairest , sweetest plant , Whose presence cheers the drooping frame Of English Emigrant . Gazing , she feels its power beguile Sad thoughts , and breathes with easier breath ; Alas ! that meek , that tender smile Is but a ...
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William Wordsworth. As budding pines in Spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . IV . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; Resting the harp upon his knee ; To words of a forgotten tongue , He suits its ...
William Wordsworth. As budding pines in Spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . IV . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; Resting the harp upon his knee ; To words of a forgotten tongue , He suits its ...
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... for its aim , That to the Kind by special grace Their instinct surely came . And when for their abodes they seek An opportune recess , 1830 . The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness . 70 POEMS OF THE FANCY . A Wren's Nest.
... for its aim , That to the Kind by special grace Their instinct surely came . And when for their abodes they seek An opportune recess , 1830 . The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness . 70 POEMS OF THE FANCY . A Wren's Nest.
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... Such a light of gladness breaks , Pretty Kitten ! from thy freaks , — Spreads with such a living grace O'er my little Dora's face ; Yes , the sight so stirs and charms Thee , Baby , laughing in my arms , That 80 POEMS OF THE FANCY .
... Such a light of gladness breaks , Pretty Kitten ! from thy freaks , — Spreads with such a living grace O'er my little Dora's face ; Yes , the sight so stirs and charms Thee , Baby , laughing in my arms , That 80 POEMS OF THE FANCY .
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Ambleside beauty behold beneath bird BLACK COMB blest bloom bower breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE brow calm cheer child clouds curious pastime dark dear deep delight divine doth dread dwell earth ethereal fair faith Fancy fear flowers gazed gentle gleam glory glowworm grace Grasmere green grove happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour Laodamia light living lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon morning mortal mountains murmur Muse Naiad Nature Nature's never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell pleasure poor rapture rills river Swale rocks round RYDAL MOUNT shade shining side sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spot stars stir stone stream sweet tears thee thine things Thorn thoughts trees vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods Ye banded Youth
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Seite 126 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 191 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 132 - Down which she so often has tripped with her pail, And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colours have all passed away from her eyes.
Seite 191 - Oh ! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Seite 187 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — • Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 128 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Seite 131 - 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. The waves beside them danced ; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund...
Seite 337 - SURPRISED by joy, impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport — oh ! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find ? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind, — But how could I forget thee ? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour...
Seite 117 - There was a Boy : ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! — many a time At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills...
Seite 336 - THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed If Thou the spirit give by which I pray : My unassisted heart is barren clay, That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works Thou art the seed, That quickens only where Thou say'st it may : Unless Thou show to us thine own true way No man can find it ; Father ! Thou must lead.