The Poetical Works of William WordsworthPhillips, Sampson, 1856 - 539 Seiten |
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... winds might rage When they were silent ; far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights the conflict and the sounds That live in darkness - from his intellect And from the stillness of abstracted thought ...
... winds might rage When they were silent ; far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights the conflict and the sounds That live in darkness - from his intellect And from the stillness of abstracted thought ...
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... winds , And now the ' trotting brooks ' and whispering trees , And now the music of my own sad steps , With many a short - lived thought that passed between , And disappeared . I journeyed back this way , When , in the warmth of ...
... winds , And now the ' trotting brooks ' and whispering trees , And now the music of my own sad steps , With many a short - lived thought that passed between , And disappeared . I journeyed back this way , When , in the warmth of ...
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... wind , Even at the side of her own fire . Yet still She loved this wretched spot , nor would for worlds Have parted hence : and still that length of road , And this rude bench , one torturing hope endeared , Fast rooted at her heart ...
... wind , Even at the side of her own fire . Yet still She loved this wretched spot , nor would for worlds Have parted hence : and still that length of road , And this rude bench , one torturing hope endeared , Fast rooted at her heart ...
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... wind draws forth From rocks , woods , caverns , heaths , and dashing shores And well those lofty Brethren bear their part In the wild concert chiefly when the storm Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill With roaring sound , that ...
... wind draws forth From rocks , woods , caverns , heaths , and dashing shores And well those lofty Brethren bear their part In the wild concert chiefly when the storm Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill With roaring sound , that ...
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... wind Was fallen , the rain abated , but the hills Lay shrouded in impenetrable mist ; And long and hopelessly we sought in vain , Till , chancing on that lofty ridge to pass A heap of ruin , almost without walls , And wholly without ...
... wind Was fallen , the rain abated , but the hills Lay shrouded in impenetrable mist ; And long and hopelessly we sought in vain , Till , chancing on that lofty ridge to pass A heap of ruin , almost without walls , And wholly without ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath Betty Betty Foy breath bright Busk calm cheerful Child clouds Cottage dark deep delight doth dread dwell earth evermore fair faith fancy fear feel fields flowers Friend Goody grace grave green grove guardian rocks hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human Idiot Boy Johnny Laodamia Leonard light live lonely look mind mortal mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed Pastor peace Peter Bell pity pleasure poor porringer praise Priest quiet rill river Swale Rob Roy rocks round sate shade side sight silent sleep smile Solitary solitude song SONNET sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood stream sweet tender thee things thou thought trees truth turned Twas Twill Vale voice Wanderer wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words Yarrow Youth
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Seite 486 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Seite 498 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Seite 489 - 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. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song...
Seite 15 - How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted : — and how exquisitely, too, Theme this but little heard of among Men, The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Seite 484 - 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 486 - From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Seite 14 - All strength, all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah, with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones, — I pass them unalarmed.
Seite 433 - Nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Seite 488 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : 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 realized ; High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Seite 432 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.