Poems from the Poetical Works of William WordsworthLeavitt & Allen, 1853 - 281 Seiten |
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... Doth in thy crimson head delight When rains are on thee . In shoals and bands , a morrice train , Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane ; Pleased at his greeting thee again ; Yet nothing daunted , Nor grieved if thou be set at nought ...
... Doth in thy crimson head delight When rains are on thee . In shoals and bands , a morrice train , Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane ; Pleased at his greeting thee again ; Yet nothing daunted , Nor grieved if thou be set at nought ...
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... the moors The Hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist ; that , glittering in the sun , Runs with her all the way , wherever she doth run . I was a Traveller then upon the moor ; I 114.
... the moors The Hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist ; that , glittering in the sun , Runs with her all the way , wherever she doth run . I was a Traveller then upon the moor ; I 114.
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... doth send forth a dolorous groan . Some say that here a murder has been done , And blood cries out for blood : but , for my part , I've guessed , when I've been sitting in the sun , That it was all for that unhappy Hart . What thoughts ...
... doth send forth a dolorous groan . Some say that here a murder has been done , And blood cries out for blood : but , for my part , I've guessed , when I've been sitting in the sun , That it was all for that unhappy Hart . What thoughts ...
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... doth she look on ? -whom doth she behold ? Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy ? His 137.
... doth she look on ? -whom doth she behold ? Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy ? His 137.
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... -yonder is thy throne ; Speak , and the floor thou tread'st on wi rejoice . Not to appal me have the Gods bestowed This precious boon ; and blest a sad abode . " " Great Jove , Laodamía ! doth not leave His 138 LAODAMIA .
... -yonder is thy throne ; Speak , and the floor thou tread'st on wi rejoice . Not to appal me have the Gods bestowed This precious boon ; and blest a sad abode . " " Great Jove , Laodamía ! doth not leave His 138 LAODAMIA .
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
bagpipers beauty behold beneath blessed blind bower breath bright brother cheerful Child Child is Father church-yard cottage dead dear deep delight door doth dwell earth Ennerdale evermore fancy fear feel fields flowers Friend gentle gone Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart Heaven Helpmate hills hope hour human LENOX LIBRARY LEONARD light lived lonely look look of love Luke mind morning mountain mourn Nature Nature's never night o'er passed peace pleasure poor PRIEST rill Rob Roy rocks round Rydal Mount sate Scotland seemed shade Shepherd side sigh silent Simon Lee sing Sir Walter song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stone stood stream sweet tale tears tender thee things thou art thought trees turned Twas Twill vale voice wander waters ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 168 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Seite 19 - 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," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Seite 108 - 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. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Seite 226 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if, through confidence misplaced, They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power ! around them cast.
Seite 276 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Seite 132 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Seite 272 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Seite 277 - ... those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Seite 275 - 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 new-born blisses, A six years...
Seite 273 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...