The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...E. Moxon & Company, 1870 - 568 Seiten |
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... breathe and live but for himself alone , Unblamed , uninjured , let him bear about The good which the benignant law of Heaven Has hung around him : and , while life is his , Still let him prompt the unlettered villagers To tender ...
... breathe and live but for himself alone , Unblamed , uninjured , let him bear about The good which the benignant law of Heaven Has hung around him : and , while life is his , Still let him prompt the unlettered villagers To tender ...
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... breathe The freshness of the valleys ; let his blood Struggle with frosty air and winter snows ; And let the chartered wind that sweeps the heath Beat his grey locks against his withered face . Reverence the hope whose vital anxiousness ...
... breathe The freshness of the valleys ; let his blood Struggle with frosty air and winter snows ; And let the chartered wind that sweeps the heath Beat his grey locks against his withered face . Reverence the hope whose vital anxiousness ...
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... breath of the cows you may see him inhale , And his heart all the while is in Tilsbury Vale . Now farewell , old Adam ! when low thou art laid , May one blade of grass spring up over thy head ; And I hope that thy grave , wheresoever it ...
... breath of the cows you may see him inhale , And his heart all the while is in Tilsbury Vale . Now farewell , old Adam ! when low thou art laid , May one blade of grass spring up over thy head ; And I hope that thy grave , wheresoever it ...
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... breath was fled , I raised , while kneeling by his side , His hand - it dropped like lead . Your hands , dear Little - ones , do all That can be done , will never fall Like his till they are dead . By night or day blow foul or fair , Ne ...
... breath was fled , I raised , while kneeling by his side , His hand - it dropped like lead . Your hands , dear Little - ones , do all That can be done , will never fall Like his till they are dead . By night or day blow foul or fair , Ne ...
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... breathing air , He loved the sun , but if it rise Or set , to him where now he lies , Brings not a moment's care . Alas ! what idle words ; but take The Dirge which for our Master's sake And yours , love prompted me to make . The rhymes ...
... breathing air , He loved the sun , but if it rise Or set , to him where now he lies , Brings not a moment's care . Alas ! what idle words ; but take The Dirge which for our Master's sake And yours , love prompted me to make . The rhymes ...
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Seite 128 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Seite 103 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? 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. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many...
Seite 105 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Seite 109 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Seite 107 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Seite 123 - Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song, And from his alder shades and rocky falls, And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice 'That flowed along my dreams...
Seite 225 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream...
Seite 318 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all!
Seite 129 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me— even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Seite 125 - Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music ; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.