The Poems of William Wordsworth, Volum 1Methuen, 1908 |
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Pàgina xxiii
... passing , that The Prelude rises from time to time to the very heights of inspired verse : cp . Book i . 11. 401 foll : Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe ! ... ii . 396 : ' Thus while the days flew by , and years passed on ... ' iv ...
... passing , that The Prelude rises from time to time to the very heights of inspired verse : cp . Book i . 11. 401 foll : Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe ! ... ii . 396 : ' Thus while the days flew by , and years passed on ... ' iv ...
Pàgina xxxv
... passed , now speaking in a voice Of sudden admonition - like a brook That did but cross a lonely road , and now Is seen , heard , felt , and caught at every turn , Companion never lost through many a league- Maintained for me a saving ...
... passed , now speaking in a voice Of sudden admonition - like a brook That did but cross a lonely road , and now Is seen , heard , felt , and caught at every turn , Companion never lost through many a league- Maintained for me a saving ...
Pàgina l
... passed away . He was buried in a corner - the ' Poet's Corner ' — of Grasmere churchyard , close to the Rotha , which flows through his well - loved Grasmere and Rydal Water . 1 Cp . a letter of Dorothy Wordsworth to Miss Pollard in ...
... passed away . He was buried in a corner - the ' Poet's Corner ' — of Grasmere churchyard , close to the Rotha , which flows through his well - loved Grasmere and Rydal Water . 1 Cp . a letter of Dorothy Wordsworth to Miss Pollard in ...
Pàgina 2
... passed amongst them - Short description of Noon - Cascade - Noontide Retreat - Precipice and sloping Lights - Face of Nature as the Sun declines - Mountain - farm , and the Cock - Slate - quarry - Sunset - Super- stition of the Country ...
... passed amongst them - Short description of Noon - Cascade - Noontide Retreat - Precipice and sloping Lights - Face of Nature as the Sun declines - Mountain - farm , and the Cock - Slate - quarry - Sunset - Super- stition of the Country ...
Pàgina 14
... passing zephyr whispers joy ; Brisk toil , alternating with ready ease , Feeds the clear current of his sympathies . For him sod - seats the cottage - door adorn ; And peeps the far - off spire , his evening bourn ! Dear is the forest ...
... passing zephyr whispers joy ; Brisk toil , alternating with ready ease , Feeds the clear current of his sympathies . For him sod - seats the cottage - door adorn ; And peeps the far - off spire , his evening bourn ! Dear is the forest ...
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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.