The Sonnets of William Wordsworth: Collected in One Volume, with a Few Additional Ones, Now First PublishedE. Moxon, 1838 - 477 Seiten |
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ancient aught beauty behold beneath blest bold Bothwell Castle bowers breath bright brook brow BRUGES CALAIS cave cheer Church clouds COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA crown Danube dark dear divine doth dread dream Duddon DUNOLLY CASTLE EARL OF LONSDALE earth England eternal faith Fancy fear flowers gleam glory grace green hath heart Heaven hill holy honour hope IONA Isle King land liberty light Line live meek memory mighty mind morn mortal mountains Muse Nature Nature's nursling o'er peace Penrith pensive Poet praise pure Rill river river Derwent RIVER DUDDON RIVER EDEN rock round RYDAL MOUNT sacred shade shine sight silent sleep smile smooth soft song Sonnet soul sound spirit spread Spring STAFFA stars Stream sweet sword thee thine thou thought TOWER of REFUGE towers trees truth vale voice wild wind wing Workington
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Seite 134 - 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...
Seite 54 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It...
Seite 39 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Seite 5 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels : Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Seite 31 - SURPRISED by joy — impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport — Oh ! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find ? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour...
Seite 83 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty...
Seite 135 - WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country ! — am I to be blamed ? Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet...
Seite 132 - Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like...
Seite 126 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will...
Seite 124 - ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. ONCE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee ; And was the safeguard of the West : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength...