The poetical works of William WordsworthWilliam P. Nimmo, 1882 - 548 páginas |
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... thee - I should be as cheerful As if we two were twins ; two songsters bred In the same nest , my spring - time one with thine . My fancies , fancies if they be , are such As come , dear Child ! from a far deeper source Than bodily ...
... thee - I should be as cheerful As if we two were twins ; two songsters bred In the same nest , my spring - time one with thine . My fancies , fancies if they be , are such As come , dear Child ! from a far deeper source Than bodily ...
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... thee . Osz . When I'm dishonoured ! Mar. I would preserve thee . How may this be done ? Osw . By showing that you look beyond the instant . A few leagues hence we shall have open ground , And nowhere upon earth is place so fit To look ...
... thee . Osz . When I'm dishonoured ! Mar. I would preserve thee . How may this be done ? Osw . By showing that you look beyond the instant . A few leagues hence we shall have open ground , And nowhere upon earth is place so fit To look ...
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... thee , Heaven ! One happy thought has passed across my mind . -It may not be - I am cut off from man ; No more shall I be man - no more shall I Have human feelings ! - ( To HERBERT ) -Now , for a little more About your Daughter ! Her ...
... thee , Heaven ! One happy thought has passed across my mind . -It may not be - I am cut off from man ; No more shall I be man - no more shall I Have human feelings ! - ( To HERBERT ) -Now , for a little more About your Daughter ! Her ...
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... thee , but a few hours past ; And thus we meet again ; one human stay Is left me still in thee . Nay , shake not so . Mar. In such a wilderness - to see no thing , No , not the pitying moon ! Idon . And perish so . Mar. Without a dog to ...
... thee , but a few hours past ; And thus we meet again ; one human stay Is left me still in thee . Nay , shake not so . Mar. In such a wilderness - to see no thing , No , not the pitying moon ! Idon . And perish so . Mar. Without a dog to ...
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... thee , young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; Rest , little young One , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? What is ...
... thee , young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; Rest , little young One , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? What is ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou aught beauty behold beneath Betty Foy bird blest bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheer Child clouds creature dark dear deep delight doth dread earth Elea fair faith Fancy fear flowers gentle gleam glory grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour Idon Kilve light living lonely look MARMADUKE meek mind moon morning mountains Muse Nature never night o'er pain peace Peter Bell poor rapture rills RIVER DUDDON rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep smile smooth soft song sorrow soul sound spirit St Bees stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought towers trees truth Twas vale voice ween wild wind wings wood Yarrow Youth
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Página 128 - Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power...
Página 166 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Página 116 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Página 128 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable,...
Página 177 - SOLITARY REAPER BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; . O listen ! for the Vale profound , Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 129 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope...
Página 129 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 128 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 129 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her: 'tis her privilege. Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
Página 50 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.