The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2. kötetLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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68. oldal
... passed on , and no Sir Eustace ! Nor of him were tidings heard . Wherefore , bold as day , the Murderer Back again to England steered . To his Castle Hubert sped ; He has nothing now to dread . But silent and by stealth he came , And at ...
... passed on , and no Sir Eustace ! Nor of him were tidings heard . Wherefore , bold as day , the Murderer Back again to England steered . To his Castle Hubert sped ; He has nothing now to dread . But silent and by stealth he came , And at ...
72. oldal
... passed her door Might see how poor a hut she had . All day she spun in her poor dwelling : And then her three hours ' work at night , Alas ! ' twas hardly worth the telling , It would not pay for candle - light . Remote from sheltering ...
... passed her door Might see how poor a hut she had . All day she spun in her poor dwelling : And then her three hours ' work at night , Alas ! ' twas hardly worth the telling , It would not pay for candle - light . Remote from sheltering ...
79. oldal
... passed by the spot , and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And ...
... passed by the spot , and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And ...
81. oldal
... passing in haste - What matter ! he's caught — and his time runs to waste The Newsman is stopped , though he stops on the fret , And the half - breathless Lamplighter - he's in the net ! The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore ...
... passing in haste - What matter ! he's caught — and his time runs to waste The Newsman is stopped , though he stops on the fret , And the half - breathless Lamplighter - he's in the net ! The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore ...
99. oldal
William Wordsworth. Pleased with herself , nor sad nor gay ; And passing thus the live - long day , She grew to Woman's height . There came a Youth from Georgia's shore- A military Casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He ...
William Wordsworth. Pleased with herself , nor sad nor gay ; And passing thus the live - long day , She grew to Woman's height . There came a Youth from Georgia's shore- A military Casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He ...
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admiration Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing sleep song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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60. oldal - 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.
181. oldal - 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.
286. oldal - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
294. oldal - 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.
128. oldal - 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...
289. oldal - 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.
125. oldal - 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...
104. oldal - 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.
256. oldal - 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...
305. oldal - 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...