The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Zväzok 5Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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Strana 19
... poor . This scrap of land he from the heath Enclosed when he was stronger ; But what to them avails the land Which he can till no longer ? Oft , working by her Husband's side , Ruth does what Simon cannot do ; For she , with scanty ...
... poor . This scrap of land he from the heath Enclosed when he was stronger ; But what to them avails the land Which he can till no longer ? Oft , working by her Husband's side , Ruth does what Simon cannot do ; For she , with scanty ...
Strana 21
... poor old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured . The tears into his eyes were brought , And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart , I thought They never would have done . -I've heard of hearts unkind , kind deeds ...
... poor old Man so long And vainly had endeavoured . The tears into his eyes were brought , And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart , I thought They never would have done . -I've heard of hearts unkind , kind deeds ...
Strana 22
... poor fool from his winter retreat , And he creeps to the edge of my stove . Alas ! how he fumbles about the domains Which this comfortless oven environ ! He cannot find out in what track he must crawl , Now back to the tiles , then in ...
... poor fool from his winter retreat , And he creeps to the edge of my stove . Alas ! how he fumbles about the domains Which this comfortless oven environ ! He cannot find out in what track he must crawl , Now back to the tiles , then in ...
Strana 25
... poor And he has neither eyes nor ears ; Himself his world , and his own God ; sod : One to whose smooth - rubbed soul can cling Nor form , nor feeling , great or small ; A reasoning , self - sufficing thing , An intellectual All - in ...
... poor And he has neither eyes nor ears ; Himself his world , and his own God ; sod : One to whose smooth - rubbed soul can cling Nor form , nor feeling , great or small ; A reasoning , self - sufficing thing , An intellectual All - in ...
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... Poor Matthew , all his frolics o'er , Is silent as a standing pool ; Far from the chimney's merry roar , And murmur of the village school . The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs Of one tired out with fun and madness ; The tears ...
... Poor Matthew , all his frolics o'er , Is silent as a standing pool ; Far from the chimney's merry roar , And murmur of the village school . The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs Of one tired out with fun and madness ; The tears ...
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“The” Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Volume 5th, Zväzok 5 William Wordsworth Úplné zobrazenie - 1884 |
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Strana 9 - The budding twigs spread out their fan. To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Strana 44 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Strana 336 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close 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.
Strana 334 - 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.
Strana 2 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
Strana 44 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Strana 340 - 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 ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland...
Strana 346 - Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me...
Strana 27 - was well begun, Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought ? ' A second time did Matthew stop ; And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain-top, To me he made reply...
Strana 4 - And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, Fixing his downcast eye, he many an hour A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And, lifting up his head, he then would gaze On the more distant scene, — how lovely 'tis Thou seest, — and he would gaze till it became Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain The beauty, still more beauteous...