The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Bind 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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Side 8
... heaven above thee ! - ; Yet like a star , with glittering crest , Self - poised in air thou seem'st to rest ; - May peace come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last , 8 TO THE DAISY .
... heaven above thee ! - ; Yet like a star , with glittering crest , Self - poised in air thou seem'st to rest ; - May peace come never to his nest , Who shall reprove thee ! Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last , 8 TO THE DAISY .
Side 10
... who , once unblest , Does little on his memory rest , Or on his reason ; But Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind , A hope for times that are unkind And every season . XVI . TO A SKY - LARK . Up with 10.
... who , once unblest , Does little on his memory rest , Or on his reason ; But Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind , A hope for times that are unkind And every season . XVI . TO A SKY - LARK . Up with 10.
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... rest ; Within this lonesome nook the Bird Did never build her nest . No Beast , no Bird hath here his home ; Bees ... rests 22 A FRAGMENT .
... rest ; Within this lonesome nook the Bird Did never build her nest . No Beast , no Bird hath here his home ; Bees ... rests 22 A FRAGMENT .
Side 23
William Wordsworth. A harp is from his shoulder slung ; He rests the harp upon his knee ; And there , in a forgotten tongue , He warbles melody . Of flocks upon the neighbouring hill He is the darling and the joy ; And often , when no ...
William Wordsworth. A harp is from his shoulder slung ; He rests the harp upon his knee ; And there , in a forgotten tongue , He warbles melody . Of flocks upon the neighbouring hill He is the darling and the joy ; And often , when no ...
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... rest , In the broad open eye of the solitary sky , They dance , there are three , as jocund as free , - While they dance on the calm river's breast . Man and Maidens wheel , They themselves make the Reel , And their Music's a prey which ...
... rest , In the broad open eye of the solitary sky , They dance , there are three , as jocund as free , - While they dance on the calm river's breast . Man and Maidens wheel , They themselves make the Reel , And their Music's a prey which ...
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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...