Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on the Wordsworthian Sonnet by Thos. Hutchinson, Volumen 2David Nutt, 1807 |
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... heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas 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 ...
... heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas 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 ...
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... , And o'er the sickle bending ; I listen'd till I had my fill : And , as I mounted up the hill , The music in my heart I bore , Long after it was heard no more . 3 . STEPPING WESTWARD . While my Fellow - traveller 13.
... , And o'er the sickle bending ; I listen'd till I had my fill : And , as I mounted up the hill , The music in my heart I bore , Long after it was heard no more . 3 . STEPPING WESTWARD . While my Fellow - traveller 13.
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... 'd thee to a Valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent Night , And steady bliss , and all the Loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves ! I heard a Stockdove sing or say His homely tale 42.
... 'd thee to a Valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent Night , And steady bliss , and all the Loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves ! I heard a Stockdove sing or say His homely tale 42.
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William Wordsworth. I heard a Stockdove sing or say His homely tale , this very day . His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but coo'd - and coo'd ; And somewhat pensively he woo'd : He ...
William Wordsworth. I heard a Stockdove sing or say His homely tale , this very day . His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but coo'd - and coo'd ; And somewhat pensively he woo'd : He ...
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... heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , I hear thy restless shout : From hill to hill it seems to pass , About , and all about ! To me , no Babbler ...
... heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , I hear thy restless shout : From hill to hill it seems to pass , About , and all about ! To me , no Babbler ...
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April Babe Barron Field became behold birds blind Boy Blind Highland Boy bliss brave bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Butterfly Castle chear Child Cockermouth Coleorton Coleridge Cottage Countess of Pembroke Creature Cuckoo daffodils Daisy dancing dear delight Dorothy Dorothy's Journal doth Dowden dream earth fear feelings Fenwick Note Flower Friend gleam glee Grasmere grave happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland Girl hill Jedborough Lake land light Loch lonely Lord Clifford mighty mind Mother never Nightingale o'er peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor praise rest Rob Roy Scotland seem'd seen September 25 sight silent Simpliciad sing sleep small Celandine smiles Solitary Reaper song Sonnet Soul sound Spring stanza Star stepping westward sweet textual changes thee thine things THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought trees Vales verse voice walk words Wordsworth Yarrow
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Página 148 - 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.
Página 149 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay : Land and sea...
Página 158 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 150 - 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: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Página 122 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 155 - But for 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...
Página 167 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Página 152 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
Página 157 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Página 156 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.