The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Volumen5Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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... Star - 164 Bothwell Castle · 165 Picture of Daniel in the Lion's Den 166 The Avon 167 Sonnet , suggested by a view from an eminence in Inglewood Forest - 168 Hart's - horn Tree , near Penrith 169 Fancy and Tradition 170 Countess ...
... Star - 164 Bothwell Castle · 165 Picture of Daniel in the Lion's Den 166 The Avon 167 Sonnet , suggested by a view from an eminence in Inglewood Forest - 168 Hart's - horn Tree , near Penrith 169 Fancy and Tradition 170 Countess ...
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... stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens , through Thee , are fresh and strong To humbler functions , awful Power ! I call thee : I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour ; Oh , let my weakness have an end ! Give unto me ...
... stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens , through Thee , are fresh and strong To humbler functions , awful Power ! I call thee : I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour ; Oh , let my weakness have an end ! Give unto me ...
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... stars ) Which Dion learned to measure with sublime delight ; — But he hath overleaped the eternal bars ; And , following guides whose craft holds no consent With aught that breathes the ethereal element , Hath stained the robes of civil ...
... stars ) Which Dion learned to measure with sublime delight ; — But he hath overleaped the eternal bars ; And , following guides whose craft holds no consent With aught that breathes the ethereal element , Hath stained the robes of civil ...
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... stars grew pale , While all - too - daringly the veil Of nature was withdrawn ! Nor such the spirit - stirring note When the live chords Alcæus smote , Inflamed by sense of wrong ; Woe ! woe to Tyrants ! from the lyre Broke ...
... stars grew pale , While all - too - daringly the veil Of nature was withdrawn ! Nor such the spirit - stirring note When the live chords Alcæus smote , Inflamed by sense of wrong ; Woe ! woe to Tyrants ! from the lyre Broke ...
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... stars , Hath preyed with ruthless appetite On all that marked the primal flight Of the poetic ecstasy Into the land of mystery . No tongue is able to rehearse One measure , Orpheus ! of thy verse ; Musæus , stationed with his lyre ...
... stars , Hath preyed with ruthless appetite On all that marked the primal flight Of the poetic ecstasy Into the land of mystery . No tongue is able to rehearse One measure , Orpheus ! of thy verse ; Musæus , stationed with his lyre ...
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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...