The poetical works of William Wordsworth. New and complete annotated ed. Centenary ed, Ausgabe 619,Band 5 |
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... doth pray To every Jew that dwelleth in that place To tell her if her child had passed that way ; They all said - Nay ; but Jesu of his grace Gave to her thought , that in a little space She for her Son in that same spot did cry Where ...
... doth pray To every Jew that dwelleth in that place To tell her if her child had passed that way ; They all said - Nay ; but Jesu of his grace Gave to her thought , that in a little space She for her Son in that same spot did cry Where ...
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... doth lie Before the altar while the Mass doth last : The Abbot with his convent's company Then sped themselves to bury him full fast ; And , when they holy water on him cast , Yet spake this Child when sprinkled was the water , And sang ...
... doth lie Before the altar while the Mass doth last : The Abbot with his convent's company Then sped themselves to bury him full fast ; And , when they holy water on him cast , Yet spake this Child when sprinkled was the water , And sang ...
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... doth bring All kinds of pleasure mixed with sorrowing ; And longing of sweet thoughts that ever long . VII . And of that longing heaviness doth come , Whence oft great sickness grows of heart and home ; Sick are they all for lack of ...
... doth bring All kinds of pleasure mixed with sorrowing ; And longing of sweet thoughts that ever long . VII . And of that longing heaviness doth come , Whence oft great sickness grows of heart and home ; Sick are they all for lack of ...
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... doth the fever in me keep Through all this May that I have little sleep ; And also ' tis not likely unto me , That any living heart should sleepy be In which Love's dart its fiery point doth steep . X. But tossing lately on a sleepless ...
... doth the fever in me keep Through all this May that I have little sleep ; And also ' tis not likely unto me , That any living heart should sleepy be In which Love's dart its fiery point doth steep . X. But tossing lately on a sleepless ...
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... doth so bitterly annoy , He lets them perish through that grievous ill . XLI . With such a master would I never be * ; For he , in sooth , is blind , and may not see , And knows not when he hurts and when he heals ; Within this court ...
... doth so bitterly annoy , He lets them perish through that grievous ill . XLI . With such a master would I never be * ; For he , in sooth , is blind , and may not see , And knows not when he hurts and when he heals ; Within this court ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside Articulate music Babes in arms beauty behold beneath birds BLACK COMB bliss Boötes breath bright Buttermere calm centre of Eternity child clouds Coleorton Cuckoo darkness dear death delight doth dream earth faith fancy fear feel felt flowers Friend gentle glory Goslar Grasmere grave groves happy hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honour hope hour human Jack the Giant-killer labour less light live look memory mighty mind mountain Nature Nature's night o'er once pain Pandarus passed passion peace pleasure pride quiet rock round S. T. Coleridge sapience sate Savona scene seemed side sight silent sing sleep smooth solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stone stood stream sweet thee things thou thought trees truth twice the sun unto Vale verse voice walks whence wind words youth
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Seite 78 - 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 130 - 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 111 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; 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 108 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel- I feel it all.
Seite 227 - 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 107 - 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 106 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 356 - All meek and silent, save that through a rift — Not distant from the shore whereon we stood, A fixed, abysmal, gloomy breathing-place — Mounted the roar of waters, torrents, streams Innumerable, roaring with one voice ! Heard over earth and sea, and, in that hour, For so it seemed, felt by the starry heavens.
Seite 131 - 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 129 - But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.