The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...E. Moxon & Company, 1870 - 568 Seiten |
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... shape of that creature . ] III . HAST thou seen , with flash incessant , Bubbles gliding under ice , Bodied forth and evanescent , No one knows by what device ? Such are thoughts ! -A wind - swept meadow Mimicking a troubled sea , Such ...
... shape of that creature . ] III . HAST thou seen , with flash incessant , Bubbles gliding under ice , Bodied forth and evanescent , No one knows by what device ? Such are thoughts ! -A wind - swept meadow Mimicking a troubled sea , Such ...
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... shape Towered up between me and the stars , and still , For so it seemed , with purpose of its own And measured ... shapes Remained , no pleasant images of trees , Of sea or sky , no colours of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms ...
... shape Towered up between me and the stars , and still , For so it seemed , with purpose of its own And measured ... shapes Remained , no pleasant images of trees , Of sea or sky , no colours of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms ...
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... shapes of spurious fame and short - lived praise Here sate in state , and fed with daily alms Retainers won away from solid good ; And here was Labour , his own bond - slave ; Hope , That never set the pains against the prize ; Idleness ...
... shapes of spurious fame and short - lived praise Here sate in state , and fed with daily alms Retainers won away from solid good ; And here was Labour , his own bond - slave ; Hope , That never set the pains against the prize ; Idleness ...
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... Shapes fairer or less doubtfully discerned Than these to which the Tale , indulgent Friend ! Would now direct thy notice . Yet in spite Of pleasure won , and knowledge not withheld , There was an inner falling off - I loved , Loved ...
... Shapes fairer or less doubtfully discerned Than these to which the Tale , indulgent Friend ! Would now direct thy notice . Yet in spite Of pleasure won , and knowledge not withheld , There was an inner falling off - I loved , Loved ...
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... shape , Shown by a sudden turning of the road , So near that , slipping back into the shade Of a thick hawthorn , I could mark him well , Myself unseen . He was of stature tall , A above man's common measure , tall , span Stiff , lank ...
... shape , Shown by a sudden turning of the road , So near that , slipping back into the shade Of a thick hawthorn , I could mark him well , Myself unseen . He was of stature tall , A above man's common measure , tall , span Stiff , lank ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside Babes in arms beauty behold beneath birds BLACK COMB bliss breath Buttermere calm child clouds Coleorton Cuckoo dear death delight doth dream earth eyes faith fancy fear feel felt flowers France Friend gentle glory Goslar Grasmere grave groves happy hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honour hope hour human Jack the Giant-killer kindred labour less light live look meek mighty mind mountain Nature Nature's night o'er once pain Pandarus passed passion peace plain pleasure quiet Robespierre rock round S. T. Coleridge sapience sate Savona scene seemed shape side sight silent sing sleep smooth solitude song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stone stood stream sublime sweet thee things thou thought trees truth turned Twas unto Vale verse voice walk whence WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words youth
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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.