The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Band 4Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... smooth and free , " They mustered their Host at Wetherby , Full sixteen thousand fair to see ; " * The choicest Warriors of the North ! But none for beauty and for worth Like those eight Sons - embosoming Determined thoughts - who , in ...
... smooth and free , " They mustered their Host at Wetherby , Full sixteen thousand fair to see ; " * The choicest Warriors of the North ! But none for beauty and for worth Like those eight Sons - embosoming Determined thoughts - who , in ...
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... smooth walk which then she trod He paced along the silent sod , And greeting her thus gently spake , " An old Man's privilege I take ; Dark is the time — a woeful day ! Dear daughter of affliction , say How can I serve you ? point the ...
... smooth walk which then she trod He paced along the silent sod , And greeting her thus gently spake , " An old Man's privilege I take ; Dark is the time — a woeful day ! Dear daughter of affliction , say How can I serve you ? point the ...
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... smooth expanse of park - like enclosure , spotted with native elm , ash , & c . of the finest growth : on the right a skirting oak wood , with jutting points of grey rock ; on the left a rising copse . Still forward , are seen the aged ...
... smooth expanse of park - like enclosure , spotted with native elm , ash , & c . of the finest growth : on the right a skirting oak wood , with jutting points of grey rock ; on the left a rising copse . Still forward , are seen the aged ...
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... smooth stage Dancing with all their brilliant equipage In secret revels - haply after theft Of some sweet babe , flower stolen , and coarse weed left For the distracted mother to assuage Her grief with , as she might ! - But , where ...
... smooth stage Dancing with all their brilliant equipage In secret revels - haply after theft Of some sweet babe , flower stolen , and coarse weed left For the distracted mother to assuage Her grief with , as she might ! - But , where ...
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... and Mars : Or , near that mystic Round of Druid frame Tardily sinking by its proper weight Deep into patient Earth , from whose smooth breast it came ! XVIII . SEATHWAITE CHAPEL . SACRED Religion , " mother THE RIVER DUDDON . 139.
... and Mars : Or , near that mystic Round of Druid frame Tardily sinking by its proper weight Deep into patient Earth , from whose smooth breast it came ! XVIII . SEATHWAITE CHAPEL . SACRED Religion , " mother THE RIVER DUDDON . 139.
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Banner Barden Fell Barden Tower beautiful behold beneath bless Bolton Bolton Abbey bowers brave breast breath bright calm Canute cheer Child city of Durham Coniston Creature curacy dark dear deep delight doth Duddon earth Emily endeavour fair fear feelings flowers Francis Friend gentle gliding grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy honour hope human Isle of Walney Lady language live lonely look Lord Loweswater Maid metre mind morning mortal Mother mountain murmur nature Norton o'er passion peace pleasure Poem Poet Poetry prayer Reader River RIVER DUDDON Robert Walker rocks round Rylstone Seathwaite side sigh sight silent Simon rouse sing smooth solitude song Sonnets sorrow soul spirit spread stand stood sweet tears thee things thou thought Tower Trajan trees Ulpha vale voice Wharf whence White Doe wind youth
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Seite 350 - Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Seite 213 - 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.
Seite 360 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated...
Seite 352 - 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 realized...
Seite 294 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Seite 350 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Seite 347 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Seite 333 - So once it would have been, — 'tis so no more ; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone, which nothing can restore ; A deep distress hath humanised my Soul.
Seite 367 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Seite 367 - ... that not only the language of a large portion of every good poem, even of the most elevated character, must necessarily, except with reference to the metre, in no respect differ from that of good prose, but likewise that some of the most interesting parts of the best poems will be found to be strictly the language of prose when prose is well written. The truth of this assertion might be demonstrated by innumerable passages from almost all the poetical writings, even of Milton himself.