The Poetical Works of William WordsworthG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 496 Seiten |
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... Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couch'd ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
... Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couch'd ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
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... light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half - stifled knell , Methinks ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ; He may knock ...
... light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half - stifled knell , Methinks ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ; He may knock ...
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... light Your mother through the snow . ' " " That , father , will I gladly do ! " Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just struck tw And yonder is the moon . ' " " At this the father raised his hook And snapp'd a fagot band ...
... light Your mother through the snow . ' " " That , father , will I gladly do ! " Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just struck tw And yonder is the moon . ' " " At this the father raised his hook And snapp'd a fagot band ...
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... I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and sing to them . And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and sing to them . And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... By those huge rocks encompass'd round . IX . He drew it gently from the pool , And brought it forth into the light : The shepherds met him with his charge , An unexpected sight ! Into their arms the lamb they 14 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... By those huge rocks encompass'd round . IX . He drew it gently from the pool , And brought it forth into the light : The shepherds met him with his charge , An unexpected sight ! Into their arms the lamb they 14 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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Seite 268 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Seite 160 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Seite 8 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Seite 56 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 266 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Seite 119 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Seite 160 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Seite 120 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Seite 131 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Seite 160 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.