The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1869 - 704 sider |
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... tears can chill them , and no bosom warms , Tay breast their death - bed , coffined in thine arms ! Sweet are the ... tear retains . The bird , who ceased , with fading light , to thread Silent the hedge or steamy rivulet's bed , From ...
... tears can chill them , and no bosom warms , Tay breast their death - bed , coffined in thine arms ! Sweet are the ... tear retains . The bird , who ceased , with fading light , to thread Silent the hedge or steamy rivulet's bed , From ...
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... tears . And who , that walks where men of ancient days Have wrought with godlike arm the deeds of praise Feels not the spirit of the place control , Or rouse and agitate his labouring soul ? Say , who , by thinking on Canadian hills ...
... tears . And who , that walks where men of ancient days Have wrought with godlike arm the deeds of praise Feels not the spirit of the place control , Or rouse and agitate his labouring soul ? Say , who , by thinking on Canadian hills ...
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... tears flow As if thenceforth nor pain nor trouble she could know . VIII . Vain hope for fraud took all that he had earned . The lion roars and gluts his tawny brood Even in the desert's heart ; but he , returned , Bears not to those he ...
... tears flow As if thenceforth nor pain nor trouble she could know . VIII . Vain hope for fraud took all that he had earned . The lion roars and gluts his tawny brood Even in the desert's heart ; but he , returned , Bears not to those he ...
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... tears that fell in showers Glimmered our dear - loved home , alas ! no longer ours ! XXVIII . There was a Youth whom I had loved so long , That when I loved him not I cannot say : ' Mid the green mountains many a thoughtless song We two ...
... tears that fell in showers Glimmered our dear - loved home , alas ! no longer ours ! XXVIII . There was a Youth whom I had loved so long , That when I loved him not I cannot say : ' Mid the green mountains many a thoughtless song We two ...
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... tears that flowed for ills which patience might not heal . XXXI . Twas a hard change ; an evil time was come ; We had no hope , and no relief could gain : But soon , with proud parade , the noisy drum Beat round to clear the streets of ...
... tears that flowed for ills which patience might not heal . XXXI . Twas a hard change ; an evil time was come ; We had no hope , and no relief could gain : But soon , with proud parade , the noisy drum Beat round to clear the streets of ...
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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.