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The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Volum 1
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1820
ancient appear Banner battle bear beautiful behold beneath bold Bolton bower brave breath bright brought called calm Child clouds Creature Cross dark dear deep delight doth earth Emily face fair faithful Father fear field flowers followed frame Francis Friend gentle given grace green ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour human kind Lady laid light live look Lord Maid mighty mind Mother nature never night Norton once pass peace praise prayer pure rest rise Rylstone seems seen side sight silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit spread stand stars stood strong sweet tears thee thing thou thought Tower trees turn Vale voice White wind wood youth
Side 157 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Side 220 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' 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 must be free or die, who speak the tongue That...
Side 154 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Side 129 - 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...
Side 221 - 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 now...
Side 139 - But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss!
Side 217 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.
Side 210 - 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.
Side 226 - Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo, With mighty Nations for his underlings, The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow ; I find nothing great : Nothing is left which I can venerate ; So that a doubt almost within me springs Of Providence, such emptiness at length Seems at the heart of all things.