Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 sider |
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Side 25
... Poor in estate , of manners base , men of the multitude , Have souls which never yet have ris'n , and therefore prostrate lie ? - No , no , this cannot be Men thirst for power and majesty ! Does , then , a deep and earnest thought the 25.
... Poor in estate , of manners base , men of the multitude , Have souls which never yet have ris'n , and therefore prostrate lie ? - No , no , this cannot be Men thirst for power and majesty ! Does , then , a deep and earnest thought the 25.
Side 32
... poor : Employment hazardous and wearisome ! And he had many hardships to endure : From Pond to Pond he roamed , from moor to moor ; Housing , with God's good help , by choice or chance : And in this way he gained an honest maintenance ...
... poor : Employment hazardous and wearisome ! And he had many hardships to endure : From Pond to Pond he roamed , from moor to moor ; Housing , with God's good help , by choice or chance : And in this way he gained an honest maintenance ...
Side 36
... poor Thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever . High on a mountain's highest ridge ...
... poor Thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever . High on a mountain's highest ridge ...
Side 39
... poor Woman go ? And why sits she beside the Thorn When the blue daylight's in the sky , Or when the whirlwind's on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And wherefore does she cry ? — Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does ...
... poor Woman go ? And why sits she beside the Thorn When the blue daylight's in the sky , Or when the whirlwind's on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And wherefore does she cry ? — Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does ...
Side 41
... Poor Martha ! on that woeful day A pang of pitiless dismay Into her soul was sent ; A Fire was kindled in her breast , Which might not burn itself to rest . They say , full six months after this , While yet the summer leaves were green ...
... Poor Martha ! on that woeful day A pang of pitiless dismay Into her soul was sent ; A Fire was kindled in her breast , Which might not burn itself to rest . They say , full six months after this , While yet the summer leaves were green ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Side 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Side 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Side 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Side 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Side 345 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Side 28 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Side 352 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Side 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Side 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Side 351 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...