A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet LaureateEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - 279 páginas |
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... gone without thy fame ; Thou art indeed by many a claim The Poet's darling . If to a rock from rains he fly , Or , some bright day of April sky , Imprisoned by hot sunshine lie Near the green holly , And wearily at length should fare ...
... gone without thy fame ; Thou art indeed by many a claim The Poet's darling . If to a rock from rains he fly , Or , some bright day of April sky , Imprisoned by hot sunshine lie Near the green holly , And wearily at length should fare ...
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... gone , That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve . From scenes of art which chase That thought away , turn , and with watchful eyes Feed it ' mid Nature's old felicities , Rocks , rivers , and smooth lakes more clear than ...
... gone , That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve . From scenes of art which chase That thought away , turn , and with watchful eyes Feed it ' mid Nature's old felicities , Rocks , rivers , and smooth lakes more clear than ...
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... Bard ! ) thy praise For all that thou , as if from heaven , hast brought Of glory lavished on our quiet days . E Bountiful Son of Earth ! when we are gone From WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 49 "THE STARS HAND" MANSIONS BUILT NATURE'S.
... Bard ! ) thy praise For all that thou , as if from heaven , hast brought Of glory lavished on our quiet days . E Bountiful Son of Earth ! when we are gone From WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 49 "THE STARS HAND" MANSIONS BUILT NATURE'S.
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William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. Bountiful Son of Earth ! when we are gone From every object dear to mortal sight , As soon we shall be , may these words attest How oft , to elevate our spirits , shone Thy visionary majesties ...
William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. Bountiful Son of Earth ! when we are gone From every object dear to mortal sight , As soon we shall be , may these words attest How oft , to elevate our spirits , shone Thy visionary majesties ...
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... gone to rest , And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest ; Air slumbers - wave with wave no longer strives , Only a heaving of the deep survives , A tell - tale motion ! soon will it be laid , And by the tide alone the water swayed ...
... gone to rest , And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest ; Air slumbers - wave with wave no longer strives , Only a heaving of the deep survives , A tell - tale motion ! soon will it be laid , And by the tide alone the water swayed ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bliss bower breath breeze bright brook BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear delight dost doth dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel flowers gaze glad glory Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy Happy day hath heard heart heaven heroic arts hills hope hour human human weight lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look LORD CLIFFORD melancholy mind morning mortal mountains mourned murmur Nature never night o'er ODE TO DUTY passed pensive pleasure Priest quiet rills rocks round Ruth seemed shade shed Shepherd side sight silent sing slaughtered Lord sleep song soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees Twill vale voice wander waters wild wild Hunt wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow Youth
Pasajes populares
Página 1 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 52 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Página 215 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Página 276 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Página 76 - Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Página 3 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Página 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Página 9 - Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour...
Página 6 - Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Página 167 - WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold...