The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volum 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... Sweet silent Creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , B 5 TO THE DAISY . 9.
... Sweet silent Creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , B 5 TO THE DAISY . 9.
Pàgina 10
William Wordsworth. XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , whose home is every where ! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care , And oft , the long year through , the heir Of joy or sorrow , Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord ...
William Wordsworth. XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , whose home is every where ! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care , And oft , the long year through , the heir Of joy or sorrow , Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord ...
Pàgina 14
... bright ! How glorious to this Orchard - ground ! Who loved the little Rock , and set Upon its head this Coronet ? Was it the humour of a Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd ...
... bright ! How glorious to this Orchard - ground ! Who loved the little Rock , and set Upon its head this Coronet ? Was it the humour of a Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd ...
Pàgina 35
... knowing Sprite , " Nor think the Harp her lot deplores ; " Though mid the stars the Lyre shines bright , " Love stoops as fondly as he soars . " XXVI . ADDRESS TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER , ON BEING C 6 THE WORK OF E. M. S. 35.
... knowing Sprite , " Nor think the Harp her lot deplores ; " Though mid the stars the Lyre shines bright , " Love stoops as fondly as he soars . " XXVI . ADDRESS TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER , ON BEING C 6 THE WORK OF E. M. S. 35.
Pàgina 36
... bright Star , The second glory of the heavens ? Thou hast : - Already hast survived that great decay ; That transformation through the wide earth felt , And by all nations . In that Being's sight From whom the Race of human kind proceed ...
... bright Star , The second glory of the heavens ? Thou hast : - Already hast survived that great decay ; That transformation through the wide earth felt , And by all nations . In that Being's sight From whom the Race of human kind proceed ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir : Seven ..., Volum 2 William Wordsworth Visualització completa - 1878 |
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Pàgina 60 - 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.
Pàgina 181 - 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 life of things.
Pàgina 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Pàgina 294 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Pàgina 128 - 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...
Pàgina 289 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Pàgina 125 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Pàgina 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Pàgina 256 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Pàgina 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...