Poems of William WordsworthC. S. Francis, 1855 - 340 Seiten |
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... never breathed a man who , when his life III . O flower of all that springs from gentle blood IV . By a blest husband guided , Mary came THREE YEARS SHE GREW IN SUN AND SHOWER THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN - SONNET -- Composed during a ...
... never breathed a man who , when his life III . O flower of all that springs from gentle blood IV . By a blest husband guided , Mary came THREE YEARS SHE GREW IN SUN AND SHOWER THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN - SONNET -- Composed during a ...
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... never strictly attempted ; but there was something so deliberate , and even cold , in Wordsworth's first appeal , that we cannot wonder it was unattractive . Byron and Burns needed no intro- duction . The earnestness of their manner ...
... never strictly attempted ; but there was something so deliberate , and even cold , in Wordsworth's first appeal , that we cannot wonder it was unattractive . Byron and Burns needed no intro- duction . The earnestness of their manner ...
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... never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! 1825 . THE PET - LAMB . A PASTORAL . THE ' HE dew was falling fast , the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said , " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! " And , looking ...
... never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! 1825 . THE PET - LAMB . A PASTORAL . THE ' HE dew was falling fast , the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said , " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! " And , looking ...
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... never out of hearing , O may he never more be warm ! " The cold , cold moon above her head , Thus GOODY BLAKE AND HARRY GILL . 31.
... never out of hearing , O may he never more be warm ! " The cold , cold moon above her head , Thus GOODY BLAKE AND HARRY GILL . 31.
Seite 32
... never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - bed or up , to young or old ; But ever to himself he mutters , " Poor Harry Gill is very cold . " A - bed or up , by night or day ; His teeth they chatter , chatter still ...
... never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - bed or up , to young or old ; But ever to himself he mutters , " Poor Harry Gill is very cold . " A - bed or up , by night or day ; His teeth they chatter , chatter still ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath Betty Betty Foy breath bright bright eye calm cheerful child clouds cottage creature dark dear delight doth dread dwell earth Ennerdale fair faith fancy fear feel fields flowers Friend gentle grace Grasmere grave green grief grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour human Idiot Boy Johnny Kilve Laodamia Leonard light live lonely look meek mind moon mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed peace Peter Bell pleasure poor Priest quiet R. H. DANA river Swale Rob Roy rocks round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sight silent solitary solitude SONNET sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tender thee things thou thought trees turned vale voice Wanderer wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words youth
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Seite 352 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Seite 131 - 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 splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Seite 170 - THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Seite 27 - When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot, Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Seite 102 - 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.
Seite 104 - Then did the little maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we: Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
Seite 212 - On that best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
Seite 21 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is : and hence for me, In sundry moods 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground...
Seite 130 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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.
Seite 118 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.