The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Volumen5Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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... grave no cushion is for thee . Or art thou one of gallant pride , A Soldier , and no man of chaff ? Welcome ! -but lay thy sword aside , And lean upon a peasant's staff . Physician art thou ? one , all eyes , Philosopher 24 A Poet's ...
... grave no cushion is for thee . Or art thou one of gallant pride , A Soldier , and no man of chaff ? Welcome ! -but lay thy sword aside , And lean upon a peasant's staff . Physician art thou ? one , all eyes , Philosopher 24 A Poet's ...
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... grave ? Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece , O turn aside , and take , I pray , That he below may rest in peace , Thy ever - dwindling soul , away ! A Moralist perchance appears ; Led , Heaven knows how ! to this poor And he has ...
... grave ? Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece , O turn aside , and take , I pray , That he below may rest in peace , Thy ever - dwindling soul , away ! A Moralist perchance appears ; Led , Heaven knows how ! to this poor And he has ...
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... hither in thy hour of strength ; Come , weak as is a breaking wave ! Here stretch thy body at full length ; Or build thy house upon this grave . XII . TO THE DAISY . BRIGHT Flower ! whose 1799 . 26 A POET'S EPITAPH .
... hither in thy hour of strength ; Come , weak as is a breaking wave ! Here stretch thy body at full length ; Or build thy house upon this grave . XII . TO THE DAISY . BRIGHT Flower ! whose 1799 . 26 A POET'S EPITAPH .
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... grave . Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale ; And then she sang ; -she would have been A very nightingale . Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e ...
... grave . Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale ; And then she sang ; -she would have been A very nightingale . Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e ...
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... not wish her mine ! " Matthew is in his grave , yet now , Methinks , I see him stand , As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . 1799 . XV . THE FOUNTAIN . A CONVERSATION . We talked 32 32 THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS .
... not wish her mine ! " Matthew is in his grave , yet now , Methinks , I see him stand , As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . 1799 . XV . THE FOUNTAIN . A CONVERSATION . We talked 32 32 THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS .
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“The” Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Volume 5th, Volumen5 William Wordsworth Vista completa - 1884 |
Términos y frases comunes
aught beauty Bees birds blessing blest bliss Boötes Bothwell Castle bowers breath bright brow calm cheer church clouds darkness dear divine doth dream DUNOLLIE CASTLE Earl of Lonsdale earth eyes fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers friends gentle gleam golden perch grace grave Greenock grove hand happy hath heart Heaven holy honour hope hour human IONA Jeronymite labour land light live Loch Lomond lonely look meek memory mind mortal mountain mourn Muse nature Nature's night o'er old times Love peace Penrith pensive poor praise pride repose rest rills river Derwent RIVER EDEN round Savona shade sigh sight silent sleep smile smooth soft song sorrow soul spirit spread STAFFA stream sweet tears thee things thou thought Trajan tread tree truth Ullswater vale verse voice waves whate'er whence wind wings words Workington Yarrow youth
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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...