The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Bind 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... thee , For thou art worthy , Thou unassuming Common - place Of Nature , with that homely face , And yet with something of a grace , Which Love makes for thee ! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit , and play with similies , Loose types ...
... thee , For thou art worthy , Thou unassuming Common - place Of Nature , with that homely face , And yet with something of a grace , Which Love makes for thee ! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit , and play with similies , Loose types ...
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... thee glittering from afar ; And then thou art a pretty Star Not quite so fair as many are In 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 ...
... thee glittering from afar ; And then thou art a pretty Star Not quite so fair as many are In 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 ...
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... thee , and to that cleave fast , Sweet silent Creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , B 5 ...
... thee , and to that cleave fast , Sweet silent Creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , B 5 ...
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... thee Some concord with humanity , Given to no other Flower I see The forest thorough ! And wherefore ? Man is soon deprest ; A thoughtless Thing ! who , once unblest , Does little on his memory rest , Or on his reason ; But Thou would ...
... thee Some concord with humanity , Given to no other Flower I see The forest thorough ! And wherefore ? Man is soon deprest ; A thoughtless Thing ! who , once unblest , Does little on his memory rest , Or on his reason ; But Thou would ...
Side 11
... thee ringing , Lift me , guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind ! Alas ! my journey , rugged and uneven , Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind ; But hearing thee , or others of thy kind , As full of gladness ...
... thee ringing , Lift me , guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind ! Alas ! my journey , rugged and uneven , Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind ; But hearing thee , or others of thy kind , As full of gladness ...
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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...