Poems, in Two Volumes,Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 - 170 Seiten |
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... Seven Sisters , or the Solitude of Binnorie · 58 To H. C. , six Years old Among all lovely things my Love had been I travell❜d among unknown Men Ode to Duty · 63 66 88 68 70 POEMS , COMPOSED DURING A TOUR , 1. Beggars 2.
... Seven Sisters , or the Solitude of Binnorie · 58 To H. C. , six Years old Among all lovely things my Love had been I travell❜d among unknown Men Ode to Duty · 63 66 88 68 70 POEMS , COMPOSED DURING A TOUR , 1. Beggars 2.
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... me than dead ? Oh find me prosperous or undone ! Or , if the grave be now thy bed , Why am I ignorant of the same That I may rest ; and neither blame , Nor sorrow may attend thy name ? Seven years , alas , to have received No tidings.
... me than dead ? Oh find me prosperous or undone ! Or , if the grave be now thy bed , Why am I ignorant of the same That I may rest ; and neither blame , Nor sorrow may attend thy name ? Seven years , alas , to have received No tidings.
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William Wordsworth. Seven years , alas , to have received No tidings of an only child ; To have despair'd , and have believ'd , And be for evermore beguil'd ; Sometimes with thoughts of very bliss ! I catch at them , and then I miss Was ...
William Wordsworth. Seven years , alas , to have received No tidings of an only child ; To have despair'd , and have believ'd , And be for evermore beguil'd ; Sometimes with thoughts of very bliss ! I catch at them , and then I miss Was ...
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... soul awake , And have faculties to take Even from things by sorrow wrought Matter for a jocund thought ; Spite of care , and spite of grief , To gambol with Life's falling Leaf . D 5 THE SEVEN SISTERS , OR THE SOLITUDE OF BINNŎRIE . 57.
... soul awake , And have faculties to take Even from things by sorrow wrought Matter for a jocund thought ; Spite of care , and spite of grief , To gambol with Life's falling Leaf . D 5 THE SEVEN SISTERS , OR THE SOLITUDE OF BINNŎRIE . 57.
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William Wordsworth. THE SEVEN SISTERS , OR THE SOLITUDE OF BINNŎRIE . Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald , All Children of one Mother : I could not say in one short day What love they bore each other , A Garland of seven Lilies wrought !
William Wordsworth. THE SEVEN SISTERS , OR THE SOLITUDE OF BINNŎRIE . Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald , All Children of one Mother : I could not say in one short day What love they bore each other , A Garland of seven Lilies wrought !
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beautiful behold Bird blessed blind bliss bowers brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk Butterfly CALAIS Castle chearful Child clouds Clovenford Creature Cuckoo dance dead dear delight dost doth dream earth Egremont Castle espy eyes fair fancy fear flowers Friend Furness Fells gentle gladness glee glittering glory grave grief ground happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland hill hour human weight Jedborough Kent's green Lake land live lonely look look'd Lord Lord Clifford melancholy mighty mind Mother mountain mournfully never night o'er pleasure POEMS praise rest RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy rocks Scotland seem'd seen Shepherd shew sight silent sing sleep solitary Reaper song SONNET sorrow soul sound Spirit Star stepping westward strife sweet thine things thou art thought Traveller trees Vale vex'd voice waters WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words Yarrow Ye Men
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Seite 144 - 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 138 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Seite 145 - 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 Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...
Seite 14 - 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 138 - 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...
Seite 119 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Seite 71 - 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 ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Seite 130 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will...
Seite 151 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Seite 55 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.