Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1882 - 331 páginas |
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... hour after hour ! — That Mother , whose spirit in fetters is bound , While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound . Now , coaches and chariots ! roar on like a stream ; Here are twenty souls happy as souls in a dream : They are ...
... hour after hour ! — That Mother , whose spirit in fetters is bound , While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound . Now , coaches and chariots ! roar on like a stream ; Here are twenty souls happy as souls in a dream : They are ...
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... their fold with dance and shout , Their pleasant Indian town , To gather strawberries all day long ; Returning with a choral song When daylight is gone down . He spake of plants divine and strange That every hour 24 NARRATIVE POEMS .
... their fold with dance and shout , Their pleasant Indian town , To gather strawberries all day long ; Returning with a choral song When daylight is gone down . He spake of plants divine and strange That every hour 24 NARRATIVE POEMS .
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William Wordsworth Matthew Arnold. He spake of plants divine and strange That every hour their blossoms change , Ten thousand lovely hues ! With budding , fading , faded flowers They stand the wonder of the bowers From morn to evening ...
William Wordsworth Matthew Arnold. He spake of plants divine and strange That every hour their blossoms change , Ten thousand lovely hues ! With budding , fading , faded flowers They stand the wonder of the bowers From morn to evening ...
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... hours she knew , Nor wanted sun , nor rain , nor dew , Nor pastimes of the May , -They all were with her in her cell ; And a wild brook with cheerful knell Did o'er the pebbles play . When Ruth three seasons thus had lain , There came ...
... hours she knew , Nor wanted sun , nor rain , nor dew , Nor pastimes of the May , -They all were with her in her cell ; And a wild brook with cheerful knell Did o'er the pebbles play . When Ruth three seasons thus had lain , There came ...
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... hour that it is yeaned ; And white with foam as if with cleaving sleet . Upon his side the Hart was lying stretched : His nostril touched a spring beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the ...
... hour that it is yeaned ; And white with foam as if with cleaving sleet . Upon his side the Hart was lying stretched : His nostril touched a spring beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Ambleside art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright cheer Child clouds Cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream dwell earth fair fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle glad Glaramara glory golden perch Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human Kilve live lofty lonely look Matthew mighty mind moral morning mountain mourn murmur naked instinct Nature Nature's never o'er Ossian pass passion peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure poems poet poetry praise quiet RIVER DUDDON rock round RYDAL MOUNT season seemed shade sigh sight silent silent Poet SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Mary's Abbey stone streams summer sweet tears thee thine things thought trees truth turned Vale voice wander ween wild wind woods Wordsworth Wordsworthian Yarrow youth
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Página 224 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 206 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Página 202 - 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 202 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Página 188 - It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright : Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care ; Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity...
Página 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d 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," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 216 - The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country ! — am I to be blamed ? But when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men...
Página 200 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face...
Página 200 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought : Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Página 62 - Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep — in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.