Wordsworth, an AnthologyR. Cobden-Sanderson, 1920 - 254 pàgines |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 32.
Pàgina 33
... water - breaks do murmur on For ever ; and I saw the sparkling foam , And - with my cheek on one of those green stones That , fleeced with moss , under the shady trees , Lay round me , scattered like a flock of sheep- I heard the murmur ...
... water - breaks do murmur on For ever ; and I saw the sparkling foam , And - with my cheek on one of those green stones That , fleeced with moss , under the shady trees , Lay round me , scattered like a flock of sheep- I heard the murmur ...
Pàgina 38
... water like a swan ; When , from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon's bound , a huge peak , black and huge , As if with voluntary power instinct , Upreared its head . I struck and struck again , And growing still in stature ...
... water like a swan ; When , from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon's bound , a huge peak , black and huge , As if with voluntary power instinct , Upreared its head . I struck and struck again , And growing still in stature ...
Pàgina 39
... waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and visible for many a mile The cottage windows blazed through twilight gloom , I heeded not their summons : happy time It was indeed for all of us - for ...
... waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and visible for many a mile The cottage windows blazed through twilight gloom , I heeded not their summons : happy time It was indeed for all of us - for ...
Pàgina 42
... waters coloured by impending clouds . The sands of Westmoreland , the creeks and bays Of Cumbria's rocky limits , they can tell How , when the Sea threw off his evening shade , And to the shepherd's hut on distant hills Sent welcome ...
... waters coloured by impending clouds . The sands of Westmoreland , the creeks and bays Of Cumbria's rocky limits , they can tell How , when the Sea threw off his evening shade , And to the shepherd's hut on distant hills Sent welcome ...
Pàgina 43
... water , gathering as it seemed , Through every hair - breadth in that field of light , New pleasure like a bee among the flowers . Thus oft amid those fits of vulgar joy Which , through all seasons , on a child's pursuits Are prompt ...
... water , gathering as it seemed , Through every hair - breadth in that field of light , New pleasure like a bee among the flowers . Thus oft amid those fits of vulgar joy Which , through all seasons , on a child's pursuits Are prompt ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
babe in arms beauty behold beneath blessed bliss bower breath breeze bright Brougham Castle calm cheerful Child Child is father clouds cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream Duddon dwell earth eyes Fair seed-time fear feel flowers Friend gleam glory Grasmere green grey groves happy Hartley Coleridge hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human James Hogg Kilchurn Castle lake Laodamia light living lofty lonely look Lucy Luke melancholy mighty mind mood morning mountain murmur Nature never night o'er Ode to Duty peace Peele Castle pleasure Poets quiet rock round Ruth seemed shade Shepherd should'st sight silent Simplon Pass sing sleep smooth song sorrow soul sound spirit stars steep Stirling Castle stood stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought travelled trees Twill Vale voice wandered Wansfell waters wild wind woods Yarrow youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 68 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Pàgina 233 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ! Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage ! thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep Haunted for ever by the eternal mind — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest, On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Pàgina 161 - 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!
Pàgina 172 - 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 89 - 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. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Pàgina 234 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Pàgina 236 - The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Pàgina 66 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies ; oh ! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear } Thy voice...
Pàgina 62 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Pàgina 64 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample powet To chasten and subdue.