The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Bind 1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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Side 83
... pass , Spotting the steaming deeps , to early mass ; Slow swells the service , o'er the water borne , While fill each pause the ringing woods of morn . Farewell those forms that in thy noon - tide shade , Rest , near their little plots ...
... pass , Spotting the steaming deeps , to early mass ; Slow swells the service , o'er the water borne , While fill each pause the ringing woods of morn . Farewell those forms that in thy noon - tide shade , Rest , near their little plots ...
Side 85
... , to go O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe , * The river along whose banks you descend in crossing the Alps by the Simplon Pass . With sad congratulation joins the train , Where beasts and DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES . 85.
... , to go O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe , * The river along whose banks you descend in crossing the Alps by the Simplon Pass . With sad congratulation joins the train , Where beasts and DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES . 85.
Side 88
... passing Urseren's open vale serene , Her quiet streams , and hills of downy green , Plunge with the Russ embrown'd by Terror's breath , Where danger roofs the narrow walks of death ; By floods , that , thundering from their dizzy height ...
... passing Urseren's open vale serene , Her quiet streams , and hills of downy green , Plunge with the Russ embrown'd by Terror's breath , Where danger roofs the narrow walks of death ; By floods , that , thundering from their dizzy height ...
Side 89
... passing mules that tinkle dull , In solemn shapes before the admiring eye Dilated hang the misty pines on high , * The houses in the more retired Swiss valleys are all built of wood . Huge convent domes with pinnacles and tow'rs , And ...
... passing mules that tinkle dull , In solemn shapes before the admiring eye Dilated hang the misty pines on high , * The houses in the more retired Swiss valleys are all built of wood . Huge convent domes with pinnacles and tow'rs , And ...
Side 90
... that never know The face of traveller passing to and fro , No peasant leans upon his pole , to tell For whom at morning toll'd the funeral bell ; Their watch dog ne'er his angry bark forgoes , Touch'd 90 DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES .
... that never know The face of traveller passing to and fro , No peasant leans upon his pole , to tell For whom at morning toll'd the funeral bell ; Their watch dog ne'er his angry bark forgoes , Touch'd 90 DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES .
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Alps art thou Babe beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy Bird bowers breast breath bright brook Brother CHARLES LAMB cheerful Child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage crag dear delight door dread Ennerdale eyes Fancy Father fear flowers Friend gale gleam glittering gone Grasmere grave green happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope horse hour Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lamb LEONARD light lived LONGEST DAY look Luke lyre mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er pain Paradise Lost pleasure Poems Poet poor porringer PRIEST rill rocks round RYDAL MOUNT shade Shepherd side sight silent sleep smiles snow song soul sound spirit star steep summer Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas Twill vale voice Waggon waterfall ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood Youth
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Side 168 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Side xxviii - 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 22 - Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Side 42 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round ! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep.
Side 255 - With others round them, earnest all and blithe, Would Michael exercise his heart with looks Of fond correction and reproof bestowed Upon the Child, if he disturbed the sheep By catching at their legs, or with his shouts Scared them, while they lay still beneath the shears.
Side 16 - That, Father ! will I gladly do : 'Tis scarcely afternoon — The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon...
Side 350 - But the Kitten, how she starts, Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts! First at one, and then its fellow Just as light and just as yellow; There are many now — now one — Now they stop and there are none.
Side 268 - He at the building of this Sheepfold wrought, And left the work unfinished when he died. Three years, or little more, did Isabel Survive her Husband: at her death the estate Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand. The Cottage which was named the EVENING STAR...
Side 324 - THE GREEN LINNET. BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together.
Side 252 - Sat round the basket piled with oaten cakes, And their plain home-made cheese. Yet when the meal Was ended, Luke (for so the son was named) And his old father both betook themselves To such convenient work as might employ Their hands by the fireside ; perhaps to card...