Selections from WordsworthKegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1888 - 309 oldal |
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7. oldal
... Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ...
... Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ...
7. oldal
... Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ...
... Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ...
25. oldal
... dwells , a little man , - ' Tis said he once was tall . Full five - and - thirty years he lived A running huntsman merry ; And still the centre of his cheek Is red as a ripe cherry . No man like him the horn could sound , And hill and ...
... dwells , a little man , - ' Tis said he once was tall . Full five - and - thirty years he lived A running huntsman merry ; And still the centre of his cheek Is red as a ripe cherry . No man like him the horn could sound , And hill and ...
26. oldal
... Dwells in the Hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and horses , all are dead ; He is the sole survivor . And he is lean and he is sick ; His body , dwindled and awry , Rests upon ankles swoln and thick ; His legs are thin and dry . He has no son ...
... Dwells in the Hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and horses , all are dead ; He is the sole survivor . And he is lean and he is sick ; His body , dwindled and awry , Rests upon ankles swoln and thick ; His legs are thin and dry . He has no son ...
32. oldal
... dwell , Their kindred , and the children of their blood . Praise be to such , and to their slumbers peace ! -But of the poor man ask , the abject poor ; Go , and demand of him , if there be here In this cold abstinence from evil deeds ...
... dwell , Their kindred , and the children of their blood . Praise be to such , and to their slumbers peace ! -But of the poor man ask , the abject poor ; Go , and demand of him , if there be here In this cold abstinence from evil deeds ...
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ample bay beauty behold beneath birds BLEAK SEASON bosom bower breath breeze bright calm cheer child clouds Composed Creature dear deep delight doth Duddon dwell earth fair Fancy fear feel flowers gazed gentle glad gleam glory glow-worm grace Grasmere grave green grove happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven Helvellyn HENRY DOULTON hill hope hour J. S. Fletcher light live lofty lonely look Martha Ray meek mind morning mountain Nature's night o'er oh misery pass Peele Castle pensive pleasure poems Poet Published 1798 Published 1807 rill RIVER DUDDON rock round Rylstone shade Shepherd sight silent sing sleep smile smooth soft song sorrow soul spirit stars steep stream sweet tears thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees vale voice wild William Wordsworth wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow Ye banded youth
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177. oldal - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
44. oldal - 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...
170. 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.
37. oldal - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
116. oldal - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
52. oldal - 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.
8. oldal - 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.
180. oldal - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
53. oldal - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
176. oldal - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...