Poems of William WordsworthC. S. Francis, 1855 - 340 páginas |
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... streams did fetter , Oh then how her old bones would shake ! You would have said , if you had met her , ' T was a hard time for Goody Blake . Her evenings then were dull and dead : Sad case it was , as you may think , For very cold to ...
... streams did fetter , Oh then how her old bones would shake ! You would have said , if you had met her , ' T was a hard time for Goody Blake . Her evenings then were dull and dead : Sad case it was , as you may think , For very cold to ...
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... stream of fiction ceased to flow , For us the voice of melody was mute . -But , as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow , And give the timid herbage leave to shoot , Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow A timely promise of ...
... stream of fiction ceased to flow , For us the voice of melody was mute . -But , as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow , And give the timid herbage leave to shoot , Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow A timely promise of ...
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... bound , Like the crystal stream now flowing With its softest summer sound : So the balmy minutes pass , While this radiant Creature lies Couched upon the dewy grass , Pensively with downcast eyes 46 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... bound , Like the crystal stream now flowing With its softest summer sound : So the balmy minutes pass , While this radiant Creature lies Couched upon the dewy grass , Pensively with downcast eyes 46 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... streams inaudible by day ; The garden pool's dark surface , stirred By the night insects in their play , Breaks into dimples small and bright ; A thousand , thousand rings of light That shape themselves and disappear ́Almost as soon as ...
... streams inaudible by day ; The garden pool's dark surface , stirred By the night insects in their play , Breaks into dimples small and bright ; A thousand , thousand rings of light That shape themselves and disappear ́Almost as soon as ...
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... quarters , and looks round O'er path and road , and plain and dell , Dark moor , and gleam of pool and stream Upon a prospect without bound . The summit of this bold ascent- Though bleak and bare 89 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS . 78.
... quarters , and looks round O'er path and road , and plain and dell , Dark moor , and gleam of pool and stream Upon a prospect without bound . The summit of this bold ascent- Though bleak and bare 89 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS . 78.
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art thou beauty behold beneath Betty Betty Foy breath bright bright eye calm cheerful child clouds cottage creature dark dear delight doth dread dwell earth Ennerdale fair faith fancy fear feel fields flowers Friend gentle grace Grasmere grave green grief grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour human Idiot Boy Johnny Kilve Laodamia Leonard light live lonely look meek mind moon mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed peace Peter Bell pleasure poor Priest quiet R. H. DANA river Swale Rob Roy rocks round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sight silent solitary solitude SONNET sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tender thee things thou thought trees turned vale voice Wanderer wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words youth
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Página 352 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Página 131 - 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 splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Página 170 - THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Página 27 - When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot, Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Página 102 - 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.
Página 104 - Then did the little maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we: Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
Página 212 - On that best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
Página 21 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is : and hence for me, In sundry moods 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground...
Página 130 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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 118 - 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.