The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Band 2Little, Brown and Company, 1854 |
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... hand be seen , Thy hand here sprinkling tiny flowers , That , as they touch the green , Take root ( so seems it ) , and look up In honor of their Queen . Yet , sooth , those little starry specks , That not in vain aspired To be ...
... hand be seen , Thy hand here sprinkling tiny flowers , That , as they touch the green , Take root ( so seems it ) , and look up In honor of their Queen . Yet , sooth , those little starry specks , That not in vain aspired To be ...
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... hand ; And that frail Child of thirsty clay , Of whom I sing this rustic lay , Could tell with self - dissatisfaction Quaint stories of the bird's attraction ? * Well ! that is past , and in despite Of open door and shining light . And ...
... hand ; And that frail Child of thirsty clay , Of whom I sing this rustic lay , Could tell with self - dissatisfaction Quaint stories of the bird's attraction ? * Well ! that is past , and in despite Of open door and shining light . And ...
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... hand to hand , The gladdest of the gladsome band , Amid their own delight and fun , They hear when every dance is done , When every whirling bout is o'er The fiddle's squeak , * — that call to bliss , Ever followed by a kiss ; They envy ...
... hand to hand , The gladdest of the gladsome band , Amid their own delight and fun , They hear when every dance is done , When every whirling bout is o'er The fiddle's squeak , * — that call to bliss , Ever followed by a kiss ; They envy ...
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... hand - shaking ! What solemn , vacant interlacing , As if they'd fall asleep embracing ! Then , in the turbulence of glee , And in the excess of amity , Says Benjamin , " That Ass of thine , He spoils thy sport , and hinders mine : If ...
... hand - shaking ! What solemn , vacant interlacing , As if they'd fall asleep embracing ! Then , in the turbulence of glee , And in the excess of amity , Says Benjamin , " That Ass of thine , He spoils thy sport , and hinders mine : If ...
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... hand ; and turned my steps Tow'rd some far - distant wood , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of cast - off weeds Which for that service had been husbanded , By exhortation of my frugal dame , - Motley accoutrement , of ...
... hand ; and turned my steps Tow'rd some far - distant wood , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of cast - off weeds Which for that service had been husbanded , By exhortation of my frugal dame , - Motley accoutrement , of ...
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beauty behold beneath Benjamin Binnorie bird BLACK COMB blest bloom bower breast breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE brow calm cheer clouds dancing dark dear deep delight doth dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear flowers gazed gentle gleam glory Glowworms grace Grasmere green grove happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour Laodamia light living lonely look Lord Clifford LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING Martha Ray mind moon morning mortal mountains murmur Muse Naiad Nature Nature's nest never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell pleasure rapture rills river Swale rock round RYDAL MOUNT self-taught art shade shining side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile song soul sound spirit spot Spring stars stir stone strain stream sweet tears thee thine things Thorn thou art thoughts trees vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods 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 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 130 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
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 341 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Seite 336 - 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.
Seite 122 - Not loth to furnish weapons for the Bands Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched To Scotland's Heaths ; or Those that crossed the Sea And drew their sounding bows at Azincour, Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers. Of vast circumference and gloom profound This solitary Tree ! — a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay ; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.
Seite 320 - NUNS fret not at their Convent's narrow room ; And Hermits are contented with their Cells ; And Students with their pensive Citadels : Maids at the Wheel, the Weaver at his Loom, Sit blithe and happy; Bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Pea.k of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in Foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...