The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Volumen5Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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... Hart's - horn Tree , near Penrith 169 Fancy and Tradition 170 Countess ' Pillar 171 Roman Antiquities 172 Apology for the foregoing Poems 173 The Highland Broach · 175 THE RUSSIAN FUGITIVE SAINT BEES PAGE - 179 - 199 CONTENTS . vii.
... Hart's - horn Tree , near Penrith 169 Fancy and Tradition 170 Countess ' Pillar 171 Roman Antiquities 172 Apology for the foregoing Poems 173 The Highland Broach · 175 THE RUSSIAN FUGITIVE SAINT BEES PAGE - 179 - 199 CONTENTS . vii.
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William [poetical works] Wordsworth. THE RUSSIAN FUGITIVE SAINT BEES PAGE - 179 - 199 SONNETS COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN SCOTLAND , 1833 . Adieu , Rydalian Laurels Why should the Enthusiast They called thee Merry England To ...
William [poetical works] Wordsworth. THE RUSSIAN FUGITIVE SAINT BEES PAGE - 179 - 199 SONNETS COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN SCOTLAND , 1833 . Adieu , Rydalian Laurels Why should the Enthusiast They called thee Merry England To ...
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... bee love not these barren boughs ? Yet , if the wind breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the shore , shall lull thy mind By one soft impulse saved from vacancy . Who he was That piled these stones and with the mossy ...
... bee love not these barren boughs ? Yet , if the wind breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the shore , shall lull thy mind By one soft impulse saved from vacancy . Who he was That piled these stones and with the mossy ...
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... bee proclaims aloud Her flight by vocal wings ; While Ye , in lasting durance pent , Your silent lives employ For something more than dull content , Though haply less than joy . Yet might your glassy prison seem A place where joy is ...
... bee proclaims aloud Her flight by vocal wings ; While Ye , in lasting durance pent , Your silent lives employ For something more than dull content , Though haply less than joy . Yet might your glassy prison seem A place where joy is ...
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... bee : That sucks from mountain heath her honey fee Or , like the warbling lark intent to shroud His head in sunbeams or a bowery cloud , She soars and here and there her pinions rest On proud towers , like this humble cottage , blest ...
... bee : That sucks from mountain heath her honey fee Or , like the warbling lark intent to shroud His head in sunbeams or a bowery cloud , She soars and here and there her pinions rest On proud towers , like this humble cottage , blest ...
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“The” Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Volume 5th, Volumen5 William Wordsworth Vista completa - 1884 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 9 - The budding twigs spread out their fan. To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 44 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Página 336 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows. He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 334 - 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 2 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
Página 44 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Página 340 - 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 ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland...
Página 346 - Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me...
Página 27 - was well begun, Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought ? ' A second time did Matthew stop ; And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain-top, To me he made reply...
Página 4 - And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, Fixing his downcast eye, he many an hour A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And, lifting up his head, he then would gaze On the more distant scene, — how lovely 'tis Thou seest, — and he would gaze till it became Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain The beauty, still more beauteous...