The Poems of William Wordsworth, Volum 1Methuen, 1908 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 100.
Pàgina xv
... Green Linnet 255 X. To a Sky - lark 256 XI . To the Small Celandine 257 XII . To the same Flower 259 XIII . The Seven Sisters ; or , the Solitude of Binnorie 260 XIV . Who fancied what a pretty sight . 262 • XV . The Redbreast chasing ...
... Green Linnet 255 X. To a Sky - lark 256 XI . To the Small Celandine 257 XII . To the same Flower 259 XIII . The Seven Sisters ; or , the Solitude of Binnorie 260 XIV . Who fancied what a pretty sight . 262 • XV . The Redbreast chasing ...
Pàgina xxvi
... green fields ; But huge and mighty forms , that do not live Like living men , moved slowly through the mind By day , and were a trouble to my dreams . 1 i.e. Nature : i . 357 foll . Wordsworth spoke more than once in later years of the ...
... green fields ; But huge and mighty forms , that do not live Like living men , moved slowly through the mind By day , and were a trouble to my dreams . 1 i.e. Nature : i . 357 foll . Wordsworth spoke more than once in later years of the ...
Pàgina lviii
... Green Linnet . 1803 1807 1803 1807 ' It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown . ' Who fancied what a pretty sight . ' 1803 1815 Yew - trees . 18 Sept. 1803 25 Sept. 1803 1807 Sonnet . Composed at Castle . 1815 ' Fly , some kind ...
... Green Linnet . 1803 1807 1803 1807 ' It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown . ' Who fancied what a pretty sight . ' 1803 1815 Yew - trees . 18 Sept. 1803 25 Sept. 1803 1807 Sonnet . Composed at Castle . 1815 ' Fly , some kind ...
Pàgina lxi
... Green . { Composed while the Author was engaged in writing a Tract , occasioned by the Convention of Cintra . ( Two Sonnets . ) 1809 After Feb. 1809 After Mar. 1809 1815 Hail , Zaragoza ! if with unwet eye . ' 1815 Call not the royal ...
... Green . { Composed while the Author was engaged in writing a Tract , occasioned by the Convention of Cintra . ( Two Sonnets . ) 1809 After Feb. 1809 After Mar. 1809 1815 Hail , Zaragoza ! if with unwet eye . ' 1815 Call not the royal ...
Pàgina 3
... green ; And round the broad - spread oak , a glimmering scene , In the rough fern - clad park , the herded deer Shook the still - twinkling tail and glancing ear ; When horses in the sunburnt intake 2 stood , And vainly eyed below the ...
... green ; And round the broad - spread oak , a glimmering scene , In the rough fern - clad park , the herded deer Shook the still - twinkling tail and glancing ear ; When horses in the sunburnt intake 2 stood , And vainly eyed below the ...
Continguts
lxv | |
lxxi | |
1 | |
12 | |
29 | |
51 | |
115 | |
139 | |
145 | |
177 | |
190 | |
197 | |
209 | |
219 | |
221 | |
225 | |
227 | |
228 | |
230 | |
233 | |
234 | |
236 | |
237 | |
238 | |
239 | |
242 | |
243 | |
244 | |
246 | |
248 | |
251 | |
252 | |
254 | |
255 | |
256 | |
257 | |
259 | |
260 | |
262 | |
263 | |
264 | |
265 | |
266 | |
267 | |
268 | |
269 | |
271 | |
305 | |
306 | |
307 | |
308 | |
310 | |
311 | |
312 | |
313 | |
314 | |
315 | |
317 | |
318 | |
319 | |
320 | |
321 | |
328 | |
332 | |
338 | |
343 | |
347 | |
351 | |
352 | |
353 | |
369 | |
390 | |
431 | |
437 | |
451 | |
462 | |
468 | |
470 | |
471 | |
472 | |
473 | |
474 | |
475 | |
476 | |
477 | |
478 | |
479 | |
480 | |
481 | |
482 | |
493 | |
499 | |
505 | |
506 | |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Babe beauty behold beneath Betty Foy bird blest bower breast breath breeze bright calm cheer Child Christopher Wordsworth clouds Coleorton cottage dear delight Dorothy Wordsworth doth Dove Cottage earth ELEA fair fancy Father fear feel flowers gentle gleam gone Grasmere green grove hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour IDON Idonea Kilve light living look Lyrical Ballads MARMADUKE mind moon morning mother mountains Nature never night o'er OSWALD pain peace Peter Bell pleasure poem poet poor River Duddon rock round Rydal Mount seemed shade side sight silent Simplon Pass sleep smile song Sonnets soul sound spirit spot stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale voice wandering wild wind woods words Wordsworth Youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 349 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — ;both what they half create, And what perceive...
Pàgina 350 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues...
Pàgina 348 - 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 348 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone.
Pàgina 347 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Pàgina 125 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. "My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them.
Pàgina 349 - An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Pàgina 313 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Pàgina 125 - And when the ground was white with snow And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
Pàgina lii - He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth, Smiles broke from us and we had ease; The hills were round us, and the breeze Went o'er the sun-lit fields again; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain. Our youth return'd; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead, Spirits dried up and closely furl'd, The freshness of the early world.