The Poems of William Wordsworth, D.C.L., Poet Laureate, Etc. EtcEdward Moxon, 1845 - 619 sider |
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... pleasure fondly made Her dwelling in his dreams . By Fancy's aid The happy husband flies , his arms to throw Round his wife's neck ; the prize of victory laid In her full lap , he sees such sweet tears flow As if thenceforth nor pain ...
... pleasure fondly made Her dwelling in his dreams . By Fancy's aid The happy husband flies , his arms to throw Round his wife's neck ; the prize of victory laid In her full lap , he sees such sweet tears flow As if thenceforth nor pain ...
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... pleasure . Osw . ( to Host ) . The Baron Herbert We are ready- ( to HERBERT ) Sir ! I hope you are refreshed . I have just written A notice for your Daughter , that she may know What is become of you . - You'll sit down and sign it ...
... pleasure . Osw . ( to Host ) . The Baron Herbert We are ready- ( to HERBERT ) Sir ! I hope you are refreshed . I have just written A notice for your Daughter , that she may know What is become of you . - You'll sit down and sign it ...
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William Wordsworth. Which purported it was the royal pleasure The Baron Herbert , who , as was supposed , Had taken refuge in this neighbourhood , Should be forthwith restored . The hearing , Lady , Filled my dim eyes with tears . - When ...
William Wordsworth. Which purported it was the royal pleasure The Baron Herbert , who , as was supposed , Had taken refuge in this neighbourhood , Should be forthwith restored . The hearing , Lady , Filled my dim eyes with tears . - When ...
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... pleasure of all hearts , the darling Of every tongue - as you are now . You've heard That I embarked for Syria . On our voyage Was hatched among the crew a foul Conspiracy Against my honour , in the which our Captain Was , I believed ...
... pleasure of all hearts , the darling Of every tongue - as you are now . You've heard That I embarked for Syria . On our voyage Was hatched among the crew a foul Conspiracy Against my honour , in the which our Captain Was , I believed ...
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... pleasure shook . the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite , along the high road between Keswick and Ambleside . by none , And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : A ...
... pleasure shook . the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite , along the high road between Keswick and Ambleside . by none , And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : A ...
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Side 144 - 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 443 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the...
Side 161 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress 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 442 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Side 441 - Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us...
Side 161 - My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Side 160 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Side 238 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Side 238 - It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood," Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake; the faith...
Side 361 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, • Our minds and hearts to bless — Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the...