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... grove , and stream . • 357 1807 1807 1807 Feb. A Prophecy . February 1807 360 High deeds , O Germans , are to come from you ! 1807 1807 Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland 361 Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea ...
... grove , and stream . • 357 1807 1807 1807 Feb. A Prophecy . February 1807 360 High deeds , O Germans , are to come from you ! 1807 1807 Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland 361 Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea ...
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... grove or flowery mead . 24. Saxon Monasteries , and Lights and Shades of the Religion By such examples moved to unbought pains . 615 25. Missions and Travels 615 • Not sedentary all : there are who roam . 26. Alfred 615 Behold a pupil ...
... grove or flowery mead . 24. Saxon Monasteries , and Lights and Shades of the Religion By such examples moved to unbought pains . 615 25. Missions and Travels 615 • Not sedentary all : there are who roam . 26. Alfred 615 Behold a pupil ...
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... grove in concert heard . M- 657 Unquiet Childhood here by special grace . 1827 1827 To Rotha Q 657 Rotha , my Spiritual Child ! this head was grey . 1827 1827 Το in her seventieth year 657 Such age how beautiful ! O Lady bright . 1827 ...
... grove in concert heard . M- 657 Unquiet Childhood here by special grace . 1827 1827 To Rotha Q 657 Rotha , my Spiritual Child ! this head was grey . 1827 1827 Το in her seventieth year 657 Such age how beautiful ! O Lady bright . 1827 ...
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... grove . 23. Countess's Pillar 699 While the poor gather round , till the end of time . 24. Roman Antiquities . ( From the Roman Station at Old Penrith ) 700 How profitless the relics that we cull . 25. Apology for the foregoing Poems ...
... grove . 23. Countess's Pillar 699 While the poor gather round , till the end of time . 24. Roman Antiquities . ( From the Roman Station at Old Penrith ) 700 How profitless the relics that we cull . 25. Apology for the foregoing Poems ...
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... grove , Scared by the fife and rumbling drum's alarms , And the short thunder , and the flash of arms ; That cease not till night falls , when far and nigh , Sole sound , the Sourd1 prolongs his mourn- ful cry ! -Yet , hast thou found ...
... grove , Scared by the fife and rumbling drum's alarms , And the short thunder , and the flash of arms ; That cease not till night falls , when far and nigh , Sole sound , the Sourd1 prolongs his mourn- ful cry ! -Yet , hast thou found ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside beauty behold beneath birds blest bowers breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds Coleorton cottage creature dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle George Beaumont grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath Hawkshead hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills hope hour human Idon labour light living lonely look Loughrigg Fell MARMADUKE mind morning mortal mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed peace Peter Bell pleasure poem rapture rill rock round Rydal Rydal Mount Rylstone shade side sight silent sleep smooth soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees truth Twas vale verse voice walk wandering ween wild wind woods words Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 177 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Side 90 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature, and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Side 356 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Side 111 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Side 90 - 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 — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest...
Side 167 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Side 355 - Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' humorous stage With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among...
Side 356 - 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...
Side 355 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness" of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou...
Side 356 - Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a newborn day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.