Poems of WordsworthHarper & brothers, 1879 - 60 Seiten |
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... silent and divine ! Whatever be the cause , ' tis sure that they who pry and pore Seem to meet with little gain , seem less happy than before : One after one they take their turn , nor have I one espied That doth not slackly go away ...
... silent and divine ! Whatever be the cause , ' tis sure that they who pry and pore Seem to meet with little gain , seem less happy than before : One after one they take their turn , nor have I one espied That doth not slackly go away ...
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... silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in everything . What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly take it : It is no tale ; but , should you think , Perhaps a tale you'll make it . One summer ...
... silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in everything . What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly take it : It is no tale ; but , should you think , Perhaps a tale you'll make it . One summer ...
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... silent tarn1 below ! Far in the bosom of Helvellyn , Remote from public road or dwelling , Pathway , or cultivated land ; From trace of human foot or hand . There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer ; The ...
... silent tarn1 below ! Far in the bosom of Helvellyn , Remote from public road or dwelling , Pathway , or cultivated land ; From trace of human foot or hand . There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer ; The ...
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... silent joy . Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned , Stood his dumb partner in this glorious feat ; Weak as a lamb the hour that it is yeaned ; And white with foam as if with cleaving sleet . Upon his side the Hart was lying ...
... silent joy . Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned , Stood his dumb partner in this glorious feat ; Weak as a lamb the hour that it is yeaned ; And white with foam as if with cleaving sleet . Upon his side the Hart was lying ...
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... silent long . " From Town to Town , from Tower to Tower , The Red Rose is a gladsome Flower . Her thirty years of winter past , The Red Rose is revived at last ; She lifts her head for endless spring , For everlasting blossoming : Both ...
... silent long . " From Town to Town , from Tower to Tower , The Red Rose is a gladsome Flower . Her thirty years of winter past , The Red Rose is revived at last ; She lifts her head for endless spring , For everlasting blossoming : Both ...
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beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright Busk calm cheerful Child clouds Cottage dear delight dost doth dream earth Ennerdale fair fancy fear feel flowers Friend Furness Fells gentle glad glory Grasmere grave green groves happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heroic arts hills honoured Land hope hour human Kilve LEONARD light live lofty lonely look Lycoris mighty mind morning mortal mountain Nature Nature's NEIDPATH CASTLE never o'er passed peace pleasure poems poet poetry praise PRIEST pure song rocks round Rydal Mount season seemed shade Shepherd sigh sight silent sing Skiddaw slaughtered Lord sleep smile song sorrow soul spake spirit Star stood streams sweet tears thee There's thine things thou art thought TOUSSAINT L'OUVerture Trajan trees truth Twill Vale voice wandering wild wind woods Wordsworth Wordsworthian Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Seite 4 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Seite 132 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking ? — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Seite 60 - All things that love the sun are out of doors ; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops ;— on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Seite 240 - Once again I see' These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Seite 216 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Seite 193 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 62 - Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep — in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.
Seite 235 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus 410 The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Seite 291 - tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Seite 198 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...