The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volum 4Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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Side iii
... mountain , 126 Sole listener , Duddon ! to the breeze that played - 127 Flowers Change me , some God , What aspect bore the Man 128 · 129 · 130 The Stepping - Stones The same Subject 131 - 132 The Faëry Chasm Hints for the Fancy Open ...
... mountain , 126 Sole listener , Duddon ! to the breeze that played - 127 Flowers Change me , some God , What aspect bore the Man 128 · 129 · 130 The Stepping - Stones The same Subject 131 - 132 The Faëry Chasm Hints for the Fancy Open ...
Side iv
William Wordsworth. Page O mountain Stream ! 136 From this deep chasm 137 American Tradition - 138 Tradition Return Seathwaite Chapel Tributary Stream The Plain of Donnerdale Whence that low voice ? Sheep - Washing The Resting - Place ...
William Wordsworth. Page O mountain Stream ! 136 From this deep chasm 137 American Tradition - 138 Tradition Return Seathwaite Chapel Tributary Stream The Plain of Donnerdale Whence that low voice ? Sheep - Washing The Resting - Place ...
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... mountain - wool undyed ) Is homely , - fashioned to express A wandering Pilgrim's humbleness . And she hath wandered , long and far , Beneath the light of sun and star ; Hath roamed in trouble and in grief , Driven forward E 4 CANTO VII ...
... mountain - wool undyed ) Is homely , - fashioned to express A wandering Pilgrim's humbleness . And she hath wandered , long and far , Beneath the light of sun and star ; Hath roamed in trouble and in grief , Driven forward E 4 CANTO VII ...
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... mountain browzing , Or in the meadow wandered wide ! How pleased , when down the Straggler sank Beside her , on some sunny bank ! How soothed , when in thick bower enclosed , They like a nested Pair reposed ! Fair Vision ! when it ...
... mountain browzing , Or in the meadow wandered wide ! How pleased , when down the Straggler sank Beside her , on some sunny bank ! How soothed , when in thick bower enclosed , They like a nested Pair reposed ! Fair Vision ! when it ...
Side 121
... of love whose modest sense Thus into narrow room withdraws ; Hail , Usages of pristine mould , And ye , that guard them , Mountains old ! VOL . IV . G Bear with me , Brother ! quench the thought That TO THE REV . DR . W. 121.
... of love whose modest sense Thus into narrow room withdraws ; Hail , Usages of pristine mould , And ye , that guard them , Mountains old ! VOL . IV . G Bear with me , Brother ! quench the thought That TO THE REV . DR . W. 121.
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volum 4 William Wordsworth Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1865 |
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.