The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Bind 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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Side 22
... , nor wind , nor dew ; But in the storm ' tis fresh and blue As budding pines in Spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; He rests 22 A FRAGMENT .
... , nor wind , nor dew ; But in the storm ' tis fresh and blue As budding pines in Spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; He rests 22 A FRAGMENT .
Side 31
... earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find ; Thus a rich loving - kindness , redundantly kind , Moves all nature to gladness and mirth . The Showers of the Spring Rouse the Birds , and C 4 STRAY PLEASURES . 31.
... earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find ; Thus a rich loving - kindness , redundantly kind , Moves all nature to gladness and mirth . The Showers of the Spring Rouse the Birds , and C 4 STRAY PLEASURES . 31.
Side 32
William Wordsworth. The Showers of the Spring Rouse the Birds , and they sing ; If the Wind do but stir for his proper delight , Each Leaf , that and this , his neighbour will kiss ; Each Wave , one and t'other , speeds after his brother ...
William Wordsworth. The Showers of the Spring Rouse the Birds , and they sing ; If the Wind do but stir for his proper delight , Each Leaf , that and this , his neighbour will kiss ; Each Wave , one and t'other , speeds after his brother ...
Side 47
... and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours . Thrice welcome , Darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No Bird : but an invisible Thing , The same whom in my School - boy days I A voice , a mystery . 47.
... and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours . Thrice welcome , Darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No Bird : but an invisible Thing , The same whom in my School - boy days I A voice , a mystery . 47.
Side 63
... lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; Of mute insensate things . 63 Three years she grew in sun and shower.
... lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; Of mute insensate things . 63 Three years she grew in sun and shower.
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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...