The poetical works of William Wordsworth. New and complete annotated ed. Centenary ed, Ausgabe 619,Band 5 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 54
Seite 10
... voices airy ? Whispering harm where harm is not ; And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot ! What is glory ? -in the socket See how dying tapers fare ! What is pride ? —a whizzing rocket That would emulate a star . What is ...
... voices airy ? Whispering harm where harm is not ; And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot ! What is glory ? -in the socket See how dying tapers fare ! What is pride ? —a whizzing rocket That would emulate a star . What is ...
Seite 12
... voice to what my hand shall trace , And fear not lest an idle sound Of words unsuited to the place Disturb its solitude profound . I saw this Rock , while vernal air Blew softly o'er the russet heath , Uphold a Monument as fair As ...
... voice to what my hand shall trace , And fear not lest an idle sound Of words unsuited to the place Disturb its solitude profound . I saw this Rock , while vernal air Blew softly o'er the russet heath , Uphold a Monument as fair As ...
Seite 23
... voice the place did ring . XXIV . The Christian folk that through the Jewry went Come to the spot in wonder at the thing ; And hastily they for the Provost sent ; Immediately he came , not tarrying , And praiseth Christ that is our ...
... voice the place did ring . XXIV . The Christian folk that through the Jewry went Come to the spot in wonder at the thing ; And hastily they for the Provost sent ; Immediately he came , not tarrying , And praiseth Christ that is our ...
Seite 30
... voice made a loud rioting , Echoing thorough all the green wood wide , XXI . Ah ! good sweet Nightingale ! for my heart's cheer , Hence hast thou stayed a little while too long ; For we have had the sorry Cuckoo here , And she hath been ...
... voice made a loud rioting , Echoing thorough all the green wood wide , XXI . Ah ! good sweet Nightingale ! for my heart's cheer , Hence hast thou stayed a little while too long ; For we have had the sorry Cuckoo here , And she hath been ...
Seite 41
... voice melodious Singing so well , so goodly , and so clear , That in my soul methinks I yet do hear The blissful sound ; and in that very place My Lady first me took unto her grace . O blissful God of Love ! then thus he cried , When I ...
... voice melodious Singing so well , so goodly , and so clear , That in my soul methinks I yet do hear The blissful sound ; and in that very place My Lady first me took unto her grace . O blissful God of Love ! then thus he cried , When I ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
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.