The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Bind 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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Side 16
... less she loves her haven In the bosom of the cliff . Though the Sea - horse in the Ocean Own no dear domestic cave , Yet he slumbers - by the motion Rocked of many a gentle wave . The fleet Ostrich , till day closes Vagrant over Desert ...
... less she loves her haven In the bosom of the cliff . Though the Sea - horse in the Ocean Own no dear domestic cave , Yet he slumbers - by the motion Rocked of many a gentle wave . The fleet Ostrich , till day closes Vagrant over Desert ...
Side 25
... less uneasy lustre shine ; Thou shrink'st as momently thy rays Are mastered by the breathing haze ; While neither mist , nor thickest cloud That shapes in Heaven its murky shroud , Hath power to injure mine . But not for this do I ...
... less uneasy lustre shine ; Thou shrink'st as momently thy rays Are mastered by the breathing haze ; While neither mist , nor thickest cloud That shapes in Heaven its murky shroud , Hath power to injure mine . But not for this do I ...
Side 36
... less capacious than a thousand years . But what is time ? What outward glory ? neither A measure is of Thee , whose claims extend Through " heaven's eternal year . " - Yet hail to Thee , Frail , feeble Monthling ! by that name ...
... less capacious than a thousand years . But what is time ? What outward glory ? neither A measure is of Thee , whose claims extend Through " heaven's eternal year . " - Yet hail to Thee , Frail , feeble Monthling ! by that name ...
Side 37
... less than Mother's love in other breasts , Will , among us warm clad and warmly housed , Do for thee what the finger of the heavens Doth all too often harshly execute For thy unblest Coevals , amid wilds Where Fancy hath small liberty ...
... less than Mother's love in other breasts , Will , among us warm clad and warmly housed , Do for thee what the finger of the heavens Doth all too often harshly execute For thy unblest Coevals , amid wilds Where Fancy hath small liberty ...
Side 85
... less happy than before : One after One they take their turns , nor have I one espied That doth not slackly go away , as if dissatisfied . XIX . THE HAUNTED TREE . ΤΟ THOSE silver clouds STAR - GAZERS . 85 Star-gazers.
... less happy than before : One after One they take their turns , nor have I one espied That doth not slackly go away , as if dissatisfied . XIX . THE HAUNTED TREE . ΤΟ THOSE silver clouds STAR - GAZERS . 85 Star-gazers.
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admiration Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing sleep song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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Side 60 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair ; 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.
Side 181 - 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.
Side 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Side 294 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Side 128 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Side 289 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Side 125 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Side 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Side 256 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Side 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...