Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 19
Página 7
... Travellers in some shady haunt , Among Arabian Sands : No sweeter voice was ever heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps 7 ་
... Travellers in some shady haunt , Among Arabian Sands : No sweeter voice was ever heard In spring - time from the Cuckoo - bird , Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides . Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps 7 ་
Página 11
... -Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours , are gone while I Have been a Traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and cheer , Yet as I left I find them here ! The weary Sun betook himself to rest . -Then issued 11.
... -Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours , are gone while I Have been a Traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and cheer , Yet as I left I find them here ! The weary Sun betook himself to rest . -Then issued 11.
Página 27
... The Hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist ; which , glittering in the sun , Runs with her all the way , wherever she doth run . I was a Traveller then upon the moor ; I 27.
... The Hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist ; which , glittering in the sun , Runs with her all the way , wherever she doth run . I was a Traveller then upon the moor ; I 27.
Página 28
... Traveller then upon the moor ; I saw the Hare that raced about with joy ; I heard the woods , and distant waters , roar ; Or heard them not , as happy as a Boy : The pleasant season did my heart employ : My old remembrances went from me ...
... Traveller then upon the moor ; I saw the Hare that raced about with joy ; I heard the woods , and distant waters , roar ; Or heard them not , as happy as a Boy : The pleasant season did my heart employ : My old remembrances went from me ...
Página 50
... Traveller's shed , the Pilgrim's cot , A place of love for Damsels that are coy . A cunning Artist will I have to frame A bason for that Fountain in the dell ; And they , who do make mention of the same From this day forth , shall call ...
... Traveller's shed , the Pilgrim's cot , A place of love for Damsels that are coy . A cunning Artist will I have to frame A bason for that Fountain in the dell ; And they , who do make mention of the same From this day forth , shall call ...
Términos y frases comunes
beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
Pasajes populares
Página 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Página 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Página 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Página 345 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Página 28 - 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...
Página 352 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Página 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Página 351 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...