The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Band 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... blood you deem him sprung : Ah no ! he spake the English tongue , And bore a Soldier's name ; And , when America was free From battle and from jeopardy , He ' cross the ocean came . With hues of genius on his cheek In finest tones the ...
... blood you deem him sprung : Ah no ! he spake the English tongue , And bore a Soldier's name ; And , when America was free From battle and from jeopardy , He ' cross the ocean came . With hues of genius on his cheek In finest tones the ...
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... , The tumult of a tropic sky , Might well be dangerous food For him , a Youth to whom was given So much of earth so much of Heaven , - And such impetuous blood . Whatever in those Climes he found Irregular in sight or RUTH . 41.
... , The tumult of a tropic sky , Might well be dangerous food For him , a Youth to whom was given So much of earth so much of Heaven , - And such impetuous blood . Whatever in those Climes he found Irregular in sight or RUTH . 41.
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... blood that tinged the Trojan sand . Yet bitter , oft - times bitter , was the pang When of thy loss I thought , beloved Wife ! On thee too fondly did my memory hang , And on the joys we shared in mortal life , - - The paths which we had ...
... blood that tinged the Trojan sand . Yet bitter , oft - times bitter , was the pang When of thy loss I thought , beloved Wife ! On thee too fondly did my memory hang , And on the joys we shared in mortal life , - - The paths which we had ...
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... blood ; Oh joy for me that sight to see ! For he was here , and only he . Suck , little Babe , oh suck again ! It cools my blood ; it cools my brain ; Thy lips I feel them , Baby ! they Draw from my heart the pain away . Oh ! press me ...
... blood ; Oh joy for me that sight to see ! For he was here , and only he . Suck , little Babe , oh suck again ! It cools my blood ; it cools my brain ; Thy lips I feel them , Baby ! they Draw from my heart the pain away . Oh ! press me ...
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... blood ; But kill a new - born infant thus , I do not think she could ! Some say , if to the pond you go , And fix on it a steady view , The shadow of a babe you trace , A baby and a baby's face , And that it looks at you ; Whene'er you ...
... blood ; But kill a new - born infant thus , I do not think she could ! Some say , if to the pond you go , And fix on it a steady view , The shadow of a babe you trace , A baby and a baby's face , And that it looks at you ; Whene'er you ...
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Adam Bruce beauty behold beneath BLACK COMB bold bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE brow Bruges Busk CALAIS calm Castle cheer clouds Clovenford Cruachan Danube dark dear deep delight doth dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze gentle gleam grace GRASMERE grave green grove happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Lake light living lonely look Lord Lord Clifford Martha Ray meek melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mountain murmur Nature ne'er never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell plain pleasure poor river Swale Rob Roy rocks round Scotland shade sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spot stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thoughts Tower trees vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow Youth
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Seite 13 - 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 way-lay.
Seite 257 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Seite 165 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Seite 101 - 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.
Seite 212 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Seite 100 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Seite 211 - 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.
Seite 104 - The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee...
Seite 166 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Seite 259 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake ; the...