The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen 7E. Moxon, 1849 |
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... poor ! Pure livers were they all , austere and grave , And fearing God ; the very children taught Stern self - respect , a reverence for God's word , And an habitual piety , maintained With strictness scarcely known on English ground ...
... poor ! Pure livers were they all , austere and grave , And fearing God ; the very children taught Stern self - respect , a reverence for God's word , And an habitual piety , maintained With strictness scarcely known on English ground ...
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... poor Margaret for her gentle looks , When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that forsaken spring ; and no one came But he was welcome ; no one went away But that it seemed she loved him . She is dead , The light extinguished of ...
... poor Margaret for her gentle looks , When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that forsaken spring ; and no one came But he was welcome ; no one went away But that it seemed she loved him . She is dead , The light extinguished of ...
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... poor ; And of the poor did many cease to be , And their place knew them not . Meanwhile , abridged Of daily comforts , gladly reconciled To numerous self - denials , Margaret Went struggling on 22 THE WANDERER . 22.
... poor ; And of the poor did many cease to be , And their place knew them not . Meanwhile , abridged Of daily comforts , gladly reconciled To numerous self - denials , Margaret Went struggling on 22 THE WANDERER . 22.
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... poor innocent children . ' Every smile , ' Said Margaret to me , here beneath these trees , ' Made my heart bleed . " ” At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest ...
... poor innocent children . ' Every smile , ' Said Margaret to me , here beneath these trees , ' Made my heart bleed . " ” At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest ...
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... poor Woman as of one Whom I had known and loved . He had rehearsed Her homely tale with such familiar power , With such an active countenance , an eye So busy , that the things of which he spake Seemed present ; and , attention now ...
... poor Woman as of one Whom I had known and loved . He had rehearsed Her homely tale with such familiar power , With such an active countenance , an eye So busy , that the things of which he spake Seemed present ; and , attention now ...
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Términos y frases comunes
age to age aught baptismal font beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful clouds cottage course dark dead death delight doth dwell earth epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields firmament of heaven flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality labour less living lofty lonely look mind moorland mortal mountain muse nature nature's o'er pains passed Pastor peace pensive pity pleasure praise pure rest rill rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage nations seat shade side sight silent smile smooth soft Solitary solitude sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit spot stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned twas unsub vale Vicar virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild winds wish words youth
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Página 368 - For whilst to the shame of slow-endeavouring art Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving...
Página xi - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main — why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Página 154 - Eternal ! What if these Did never break the stillness that prevails Here, if the solemn nightingale be mute, And the soft woodlark here did never chant Her vespers, Nature fails not to provide Impulse and utterance. The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights, And blind recesses of the caverned rocks...
Página 114 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good. — The darts of anguish fix not where the seat Of suffering hath been thoroughly fortified By acquiescence in the Will supreme For time and for eternity...
Página 69 - The appearance instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city— boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted...
Página 69 - With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars — illumination of all gems ! By earthly nature had the effect been wrought Upon the dark materials of the storm Now pacified; on them, and on the coves And mountain-steeps and summits, whereunto The vapours had receded, taking there Their station under a cerulean sky.
Página xi - How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :—and how exquisitely too— Theme this but little heard of among men— The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish :—this is our high argument.
Página x - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy — scooped out By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our minds, into the mind of man, My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Página 144 - Towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed That timely light, to share his joyous sport: And hence, a beaming goddess * with her nymphs, Across the lawn and through the darksome grove (Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes, By echo multiplied from rock or cave), Swept in the storm of chase, as moon and stars Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven, When winds are blowing strong.
Página 151 - ... glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene. Like power abides In man's celestial spirit ; virtue thus Sets forth and magnifies herself ; thus feeds A calm, a beautiful, and silent fire, From the encumbrances of mortal life, From error, disappointment — nay, from guilt ; And sometimes, so relenting justice wills, From palpable oppressions of despair.