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 |
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... he's as happy in his night , for the heavens are blue and fair ; Calm , though impatient is the Crowd ; Each is ready with the fee , And envies him that's looking - what an insight must it be ! Yet , Show - man , where can lie the 24.
... he's as happy in his night , for the heavens are blue and fair ; Calm , though impatient is the Crowd ; Each is ready with the fee , And envies him that's looking - what an insight must it be ! Yet , Show - man , where can lie the 24.
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... calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods ; Over his own sweet voice the Stock - dove broods ; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters ; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters . All things that ...
... calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods ; Over his own sweet voice the Stock - dove broods ; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters ; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters . All things that ...
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... calm , her senses clear . No more I know , I wish I did , And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of this poor There's none that ever knew : child And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ; And if ...
... calm , her senses clear . No more I know , I wish I did , And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of this poor There's none that ever knew : child And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ; And if ...
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... calm ! how still ! the only sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness gathers round By virtue's holiest Powers attended . * Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson , the last written , 1 believe , of the poems ...
... calm ! how still ! the only sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness gathers round By virtue's holiest Powers attended . * Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson , the last written , 1 believe , of the poems ...
Página 154
... calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who , in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy ...
... calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who , in love and truth , Where no misgiving is , rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy ...
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...