Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on the Wordsworthian Sonnet by Thos. Hutchinson, Band 2David Nutt, 1807 |
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... CLIFFORD , the SHEP- HERD , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors . High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.- The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that hath ...
... CLIFFORD , the SHEP- HERD , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors . High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.- The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that hath ...
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... Board Where sits in state our rightful Lord , A Clifford to his own restored . They came with banner , spear , and shield ; And it was proved in Bosworth - field . G 5 Not long the Avenger was withstood , Earth help'd him 129.
... Board Where sits in state our rightful Lord , A Clifford to his own restored . They came with banner , spear , and shield ; And it was proved in Bosworth - field . G 5 Not long the Avenger was withstood , Earth help'd him 129.
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... Clifford's ear ! I said , when evil Men are strong , No life is good , no pleasure long , A weak and cowardly untruth ! Our Clifford was a happy Youth , And thankful through a weary time , That brought him up to manhood's prime . -Again ...
... Clifford's ear ! I said , when evil Men are strong , No life is good , no pleasure long , A weak and cowardly untruth ! Our Clifford was a happy Youth , And thankful through a weary time , That brought him up to manhood's prime . -Again ...
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... another day is come , Fitter hope , and nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his Crook , And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot , " exclaims the Lance , 136.
... another day is come , Fitter hope , and nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his Crook , And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot , " exclaims the Lance , 136.
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... Glad were the Vales , and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honour'd more and more : And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . LINES , Composed at GRASMERE , during a walk , 138.
... Glad were the Vales , and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honour'd more and more : And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . LINES , Composed at GRASMERE , during a walk , 138.
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April Babe Barron Field became behold birds blind Boy Blind Highland Boy bliss brave bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Butterfly Castle chear Child Cockermouth Coleorton Coleridge Cottage Countess of Pembroke Creature Cuckoo daffodils Daisy dancing dear delight Dorothy Dorothy's Journal doth Dowden dream earth fear feelings Fenwick Note Flower Friend gleam glee Grasmere grave happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland Girl hill Jedborough Lake land light Loch lonely Lord Clifford mighty mind Mother never Nightingale o'er peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor praise rest Rob Roy Scotland seem'd seen September 25 sight silent Simpliciad sing sleep small Celandine smiles Solitary Reaper song Sonnet Soul sound Spring stanza Star stepping westward sweet textual changes thee thine things THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought trees Vales verse voice walk words Wordsworth Yarrow
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 148 - 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
Seite 149 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay : Land and sea...
Seite 158 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Seite 150 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Seite 122 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Seite 155 - 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; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Seite 167 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Seite 152 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
Seite 157 - 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 splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Seite 156 - 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.