Selections from WordsworthKegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1888 - 309 oldal |
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xix. oldal
... Green Linnet 125 Yew - Trees 127 At the Grave of Burns 128 Thoughts suggested the Day following , on the Banks of Nith , near the Poet's Residence 130 To a Highland Girl 132 Glen - Almain ; or , The Narrow Glen 135 Stepping Westward 136 ...
... Green Linnet 125 Yew - Trees 127 At the Grave of Burns 128 Thoughts suggested the Day following , on the Banks of Nith , near the Poet's Residence 130 To a Highland Girl 132 Glen - Almain ; or , The Narrow Glen 135 Stepping Westward 136 ...
5. oldal
... Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage , a nest like a dove's , The one only dwelling on earth that she loves .. She looks , and her heart is in ...
... Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale , Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage , a nest like a dove's , The one only dwelling on earth that she loves .. She looks , and her heart is in ...
7. oldal
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
10. oldal
... green and scarlet bright , In spikes , in branches , and in stars , Green , red , and pearly white ! This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss , Which close beside the Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an ...
... green and scarlet bright , In spikes , in branches , and in stars , Green , red , and pearly white ! This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss , Which close beside the Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an ...
12. oldal
... green , She to the mountain - top would go , And there was often seen . What could she seek ? -or wish to hide ? Her state to any eye was plain ; She was with child , and she was mad ; Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain ...
... green , She to the mountain - top would go , And there was often seen . What could she seek ? -or wish to hide ? Her state to any eye was plain ; She was with child , and she was mad ; Yet often she was sober sad From her exceeding pain ...
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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...