The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1869 - 704 sider |
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... hath bared ; A Sailor he , who many a wretched hour Hath told ; for , landing after labour hard , Full long endured in hope of just reward , He to an armed fleet was forced away By seamen , who perhaps themselves had shared Like fate ...
... hath bared ; A Sailor he , who many a wretched hour Hath told ; for , landing after labour hard , Full long endured in hope of just reward , He to an armed fleet was forced away By seamen , who perhaps themselves had shared Like fate ...
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... hath sought , whate'er his aim , Companionship with One of crooked ways , From whose perverted soul can come no good ... hath he shunned ? What obstacles hath he failed to overcome ? Answer these questions , from our common know- ledge ...
... hath sought , whate'er his aim , Companionship with One of crooked ways , From whose perverted soul can come no good ... hath he shunned ? What obstacles hath he failed to overcome ? Answer these questions , from our common know- ledge ...
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... hath got a face Which doth play tricks with them that look on it : ' Twas this that put it in my thoughts - that coun- tenance- Are hushed to sleep , by your own act and deed , Made quiet as he is . Mar. Why came you down ? And when I ...
... hath got a face Which doth play tricks with them that look on it : ' Twas this that put it in my thoughts - that coun- tenance- Are hushed to sleep , by your own act and deed , Made quiet as he is . Mar. Why came you down ? And when I ...
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... hath loved him ! And I loved her , and she loves the Lord Clifford ! And there it ends ; -if this be not enough To make mankind merry for evermore , Then plain it is as day , that eyes were made For a wise purpose - verily to weep with ...
... hath loved him ! And I loved her , and she loves the Lord Clifford ! And there it ends ; -if this be not enough To make mankind merry for evermore , Then plain it is as day , that eyes were made For a wise purpose - verily to weep with ...
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... hath brought ; We'll go together , and , such proof received Of his own rights restored , his gratitude To God above will make him feel for ours . Osw . I interrupt you ? Idon . Mar. Think not so . Idonea , That I should ever live to ...
... hath brought ; We'll go together , and , such proof received Of his own rights restored , his gratitude To God above will make him feel for ours . Osw . I interrupt you ? Idon . Mar. Think not so . Idonea , That I should ever live to ...
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Side 430 - 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
Side 131 - A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Side 129 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Side 430 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Side 468 - Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Side 46 - A SIMPLE child 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,
Side 429 - 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
Side 437 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short ; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Side 518 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Side 437 - That spectacle, for many days, my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being ; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.