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... bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm ...
... bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers the silence and the calm ...
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... bowers where Lucy played ; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . 1799 VIII ' Tis said , that some have died for love : And here and there a church - yard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground ...
... bowers where Lucy played ; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . 1799 VIII ' Tis said , that some have died for love : And here and there a church - yard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground ...
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... bowers , Where small birds warbled to their paramours ; And , earlier still , was heard the hum of bees ; I saw them ply their harmless robberies , And caught the fragrance which the sundry flowers , Fed by the stream with soft ...
... bowers , Where small birds warbled to their paramours ; And , earlier still , was heard the hum of bees ; I saw them ply their harmless robberies , And caught the fragrance which the sundry flowers , Fed by the stream with soft ...
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... bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; Some steady love ; some brief delight ; Some memory that had taken flight ; Some chime of fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention ...
... bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; Some steady love ; some brief delight ; Some memory that had taken flight ; Some chime of fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention ...
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... bowers , Art sole in thy employment : A Life , a Presence like the Air , Scattering thy gladness without care , " Too blest with any one to pair ; Thyself thy own enjoyment . Amid yon tuft of hazel trees , That twinkle to 22 A SELECTION ...
... bowers , Art sole in thy employment : A Life , a Presence like the Air , Scattering thy gladness without care , " Too blest with any one to pair ; Thyself thy own enjoyment . Amid yon tuft of hazel trees , That twinkle to 22 A SELECTION ...
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art thou beatific beauty behold beneath blessed Borrowdale bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear deep delight dost doth drest dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel fields flowers friends gaze gentle glad glory gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy happy days hath heard heart heaven hills hope hour human lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look Luke Lycoris mind morning mountains murmur Naiad Nature Nature's never night o'er passed peace pensive pleasure PLUTARCH Priest quiet rills rocks round seemed shade Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees turned Twill vale voice Walter Scott wander waters wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow Youth
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Side 1 - 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 52 - The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Side 79 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Side 3 - 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.
Side 177 - 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 148 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Side 268 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Side 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Side vi - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Side 28 - 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. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.