The Poetical Works of William WordsworthA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 340 sider |
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Side vii
... Song for the Spinning Wheel To H. C. six Years old The Redbreast and Butterfly Influence of Natural Objects The Longest Day The Kitten and the Falling Leaves A Flower Garden JUVENILE PIECES . To the Daisy . To the same Flower Extract ...
... Song for the Spinning Wheel To H. C. six Years old The Redbreast and Butterfly Influence of Natural Objects The Longest Day The Kitten and the Falling Leaves A Flower Garden JUVENILE PIECES . To the Daisy . To the same Flower Extract ...
Side viii
... Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle Yes , it was the mountain Echo To a Sky - lark . It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown French Revolution . Ode . The Pass of Kirkstone 96 98 99 . ib . ib . ib . . Evening Ode 100 Lines 101 PETER ...
... Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle Yes , it was the mountain Echo To a Sky - lark . It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown French Revolution . Ode . The Pass of Kirkstone 96 98 99 . ib . ib . ib . . Evening Ode 100 Lines 101 PETER ...
Side 2
... Song , and the Ballad ; in all which , for the production of their full effect , an accompaniment of music is indispensable . It may be proper in this place to state , that the Extracts in the second Class , entitled « Juvenile Pieces ...
... Song , and the Ballad ; in all which , for the production of their full effect , an accompaniment of music is indispensable . It may be proper in this place to state , that the Extracts in the second Class , entitled « Juvenile Pieces ...
Side 16
... songs . Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought - of , unexpected , as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly ...
... songs . Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought - of , unexpected , as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly ...
Side 18
... song That whistles in the wind . WE ARE SEVEN . A SIMPLE Child , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her ...
... song That whistles in the wind . WE ARE SEVEN . A SIMPLE Child , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her ...
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beautiful behold beneath Betty Foy bowers breast breath bright calm cheer Child clouds cottage dark dear deep delight doth Dr Johnson dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hills holy hope hour human labour light living lonely look metre mind morning mortal mountain Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passion peace Peter Bell pleasure Poems Poet praise racter Rill RIVER DUDDON Robert Walker rocks round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sight silent sleep smile soft solitary song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spot St Cuthbert stars stood stream sublime sweet tears thee things thou thought Tower trees truth Ulpha vale voice Wanderer ween Westmorland wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words youth
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Side 249 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Side 128 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long...
Side 102 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'.
Side 81 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
Side 17 - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Side 128 - Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Side 92 - 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 119 - Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare 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 cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a...
Side 101 - 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 81 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower. Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.