Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 páginas |
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... round with yellow flow'rs , the gayest of the land . The Other wore a rimless crown , With leaves of laurel stuck about : And they both followed up and down , Each whooping with a merry shout ; Two Brothers seemed they , eight and ten ...
... round with yellow flow'rs , the gayest of the land . The Other wore a rimless crown , With leaves of laurel stuck about : And they both followed up and down , Each whooping with a merry shout ; Two Brothers seemed they , eight and ten ...
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... round the rising sun diffused , A tender , hazy brightness ; Mild dawn of promise ! that excludes All profitless dejection ; Though not unwilling here to admit A pensive recollection . Where was it that the famous Flower Of Yarrow Vale ...
... round the rising sun diffused , A tender , hazy brightness ; Mild dawn of promise ! that excludes All profitless dejection ; Though not unwilling here to admit A pensive recollection . Where was it that the famous Flower Of Yarrow Vale ...
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... round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That Region left , the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature , With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature ...
... round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That Region left , the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature , With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature ...
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... round the Heights , They melt - and soon must vanish ; One hour is theirs ' , nor more is mine- Sad thought , which I would banish , But that I know , where'er I go , Thy genuine image , Yarrow , Will dwell with me - to heighten joy ...
... round the Heights , They melt - and soon must vanish ; One hour is theirs ' , nor more is mine- Sad thought , which I would banish , But that I know , where'er I go , Thy genuine image , Yarrow , Will dwell with me - to heighten joy ...
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... round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever . High on a mountain's highest ridge , Where off the stormy ...
... round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever . High on a mountain's highest ridge , Where off the stormy ...
Términos y frases comunes
beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
Pasajes populares
Página 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Página 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Página 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Página 345 - 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.
Página 28 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 352 - 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.
Página 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Página 78 - 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, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Página 351 - 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...