Selections from WordsworthKegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1888 - 309 oldal |
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32. oldal
... hope in heaven . Then let him pass , a blessing on his head ! And while in that vast solitude to which The tide of things has borne him , he appears To breathe and live but for himself alone , Unblamed , uninjured , let him bear about ...
... hope in heaven . Then let him pass , a blessing on his head ! And while in that vast solitude to which The tide of things has borne him , he appears To breathe and live but for himself alone , Unblamed , uninjured , let him bear about ...
33. oldal
... hope whose vital anxiousness Gives the last human interest to his heart . May never House , misnamed of INDUSTRY , Make him a captive ! -for that pent - up din , Those life - consuming sounds that clog the air , Be his the natural ...
... hope whose vital anxiousness Gives the last human interest to his heart . May never House , misnamed of INDUSTRY , Make him a captive ! -for that pent - up din , Those life - consuming sounds that clog the air , Be his the natural ...
43. oldal
... hope , Though changed , no doubt , from what I was when first I came among these hills ; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains , by the sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led : more like a man ...
... hope , Though changed , no doubt , from what I was when first I came among these hills ; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains , by the sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led : more like a man ...
49. oldal
... hope , I left our cottage - threshold , sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulder slung , A nutting - crook in hand ; and turned my step Tow'rd some far - distant wood , ( 11 ) a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of ...
... hope , I left our cottage - threshold , sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulder slung , A nutting - crook in hand ; and turned my step Tow'rd some far - distant wood , ( 11 ) a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of ...
50. oldal
... hope . Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever ; and I saw the sparkling foam , And - with my cheek on one ...
... hope . Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever ; and I saw the sparkling foam , And - with my cheek on one ...
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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...