Selections from WordsworthKegan Paul, Trench, & Company, 1888 - 309 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... hour , England hath need of thee . " The last of these two lines may certainly be applied to himself . We do not wish him back amongst us , but we desire that his influence should increase , for nothing is more needed in our time than ...
... hour , England hath need of thee . " The last of these two lines may certainly be applied to himself . We do not wish him back amongst us , but we desire that his influence should increase , for nothing is more needed in our time than ...
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... hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you . Thus , while the Sun sinks down to rest Far in the regions of the west , Though to the vale no parting beam Be given ...
... hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you . Thus , while the Sun sinks down to rest Far in the regions of the west , Though to the vale no parting beam Be given ...
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... hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And , lifting up his head , he then would gaze On the more distant scene , how lovely ' tis Thou seest , and he would gaze till it became Far ...
... hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And , lifting up his head , he then would gaze On the more distant scene , how lovely ' tis Thou seest , and he would gaze till it became Far ...
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... hour of inward thought , Can still suspect , and still revere himself , In lowliness of heart . 1789 . REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS , COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND , Composed 1789 . Published 1798 . GLIDE gently , thus for ever glide ...
... hour of inward thought , Can still suspect , and still revere himself , In lowliness of heart . 1789 . REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS , COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND , Composed 1789 . Published 1798 . GLIDE gently , thus for ever glide ...
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... hour , England hath need of thee . " The last of these two lines may certainly be applied to himself . We do not wish him back amongst us , but we desire that his influence should increase , for nothing is more needed in our time than ...
... hour , England hath need of thee . " The last of these two lines may certainly be applied to himself . We do not wish him back amongst us , but we desire that his influence should increase , for nothing is more needed in our time than ...
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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...