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
... Souls a journey long have had , And are returned into themselves , they cannot but be sad ? Or must we be constrained to think that these Spectators rude , Poor in estate , of manners base , men of the multitude , Have souls which never ...
... Souls a journey long have had , And are returned into themselves , they cannot but be sad ? Or must we be constrained to think that these Spectators rude , Poor in estate , of manners base , men of the multitude , Have souls which never ...
Side 29
... Soul that perished in his pride ; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Behind his plough , upon the mountain - side : By our own spirits are we deified ; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness ; But thereof comes in the end ...
... Soul that perished in his pride ; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Behind his plough , upon the mountain - side : By our own spirits are we deified ; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness ; But thereof comes in the end ...
Side 41
... 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 , She to the mountain - top would go , And there was often seen ...
... 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 , She to the mountain - top would go , And there was often seen ...
Side 65
... Soul the Lay was framed , Who , long compelled in humble walks to go , Was softened into feeling , soothed , and tamed . Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie , His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills , The silence that is in ...
... Soul the Lay was framed , Who , long compelled in humble walks to go , Was softened into feeling , soothed , and tamed . Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie , His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills , The silence that is in ...
Side 72
... now : -might one day trace Some ground not mine ; and , strong her strength above , My Soul , an Apparition in the place , Tread there , with steps that no one shall reprove ! XXXIII . LINES Composed a few Miles above Tintern Abbey 72.
... now : -might one day trace Some ground not mine ; and , strong her strength above , My Soul , an Apparition in the place , Tread there , with steps that no one shall reprove ! XXXIII . LINES Composed a few Miles above Tintern Abbey 72.
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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...