The Poems of William Wordsworth, D.C.L., Poet Laureate, Etc. EtcEdward Moxon, 1845 - 619 Seiten |
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... sorrows more . How calm ! how still ! the only sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness ... sorrow ! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet , Though grief and pain may come to - morrow ? VI . DESCRIPTIVE ...
... sorrows more . How calm ! how still ! the only sound , The dripping of the oar suspended ! -The evening darkness ... sorrow ! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet , Though grief and pain may come to - morrow ? VI . DESCRIPTIVE ...
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... SORROW ; OR , INCIDENTS UPON SALISBURY PLAIN . ~~~~~ ADVERTISEMENT , PREFIXED TO THE FIRST EDITION OF THIS POEM , PUBLISHED IN 1842 . Nor less than one - third of the following poem , though it has from time to time been altered in the ...
... SORROW ; OR , INCIDENTS UPON SALISBURY PLAIN . ~~~~~ ADVERTISEMENT , PREFIXED TO THE FIRST EDITION OF THIS POEM , PUBLISHED IN 1842 . Nor less than one - third of the following poem , though it has from time to time been altered in the ...
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... sorrow ere the fleet its anchor weighed ; Green fields before us , and our native shore , We breathed a pestilential air , that made Ravage for which no knell was heard . We prayed For our departure ; wished and wished - nor knew ...
... sorrow ere the fleet its anchor weighed ; Green fields before us , and our native shore , We breathed a pestilential air , that made Ravage for which no knell was heard . We prayed For our departure ; wished and wished - nor knew ...
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... sorrow knit . XLIX . The roads I paced , I loitered through the fields ; Contentedly , yet sometimes self - accused , Trusted my life to what chance bounty yields , Now coldly given , now utterly refused . The ground I for my bed have ...
... sorrow knit . XLIX . The roads I paced , I loitered through the fields ; Contentedly , yet sometimes self - accused , Trusted my life to what chance bounty yields , Now coldly given , now utterly refused . The ground I for my bed have ...
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... into storm the evening sky is wrought , Upon his swinging corse an eye can glance , And drop , as he once dropped , in miserable trance . 1793-4 . THE BORDERERS . A Tragedy . ( COMPOSED 1795-6 . GUILT AND SORROW . 23.
... into storm the evening sky is wrought , Upon his swinging corse an eye can glance , And drop , as he once dropped , in miserable trance . 1793-4 . THE BORDERERS . A Tragedy . ( COMPOSED 1795-6 . GUILT AND SORROW . 23.
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beauty behold beneath bird blest bowers breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds creature Cuckoo dark dear deep delight doth earth Elea fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers gentle grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hope hour human Idon labour light live lonely look MARMADUKE meek mind morning mortal mountains Muse nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed passion peace Peter Bell pleasure Poems Poet poor praise rapture rill RIVER DUDDON rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees truth Twas Ulpha vale voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words Yarrow youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 144 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Seite 443 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! 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; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the...
Seite 161 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 442 - 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...
Seite 441 - Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us...
Seite 161 - My dear, dear Sister ! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Seite 160 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 238 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Seite 238 - It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood," Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake; the faith...
Seite 361 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, • Our minds and hearts to bless — Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the...