A Selection from the Works of William WordsworthMoxon, 1865 - 279 strán (strany) |
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... · 196 • • 199 205 • • 207 208 • 209 • 211 214 THY MAGIC LIVE " 216 SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE · • 217 RUTH · · 224 SIMON LEE · 235 SEPTEMBER , 1819 . 239 ODE TO LYCORIS THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS THE FOUNTAIN . CONTENTS . xxvii.
... · 196 • • 199 205 • • 207 208 • 209 • 211 214 THY MAGIC LIVE " 216 SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE · • 217 RUTH · · 224 SIMON LEE · 235 SEPTEMBER , 1819 . 239 ODE TO LYCORIS THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS THE FOUNTAIN . CONTENTS . xxvii.
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... song , or choose another tree . Roll back , sweet Rill ! back to thy mountain - bounds , And there for ever be thy waters chained ! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained ; If still beneath that pine - tree's ...
... song , or choose another tree . Roll back , sweet Rill ! back to thy mountain - bounds , And there for ever be thy waters chained ! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained ; If still beneath that pine - tree's ...
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... song in gushes ; As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign , While fluttering in the bushes . 1803 XX O NIGHTINGALE ! thou surely art A creature of a ' fiery heart ' : -— These ...
... song in gushes ; As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign , While fluttering in the bushes . 1803 XX O NIGHTINGALE ! thou surely art A creature of a ' fiery heart ' : -— These ...
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... song - the song for me ! XXI TO THE CUCKOO O BLITHE New - comer ! I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice . O Cuckoo shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill ...
... song - the song for me ! XXI TO THE CUCKOO O BLITHE New - comer ! I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice . O Cuckoo shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill ...
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... song - to grace the rite Untouched the hawthorn bough , Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight ; Man changes , but not Thou ! Thy feathered Lieges bill and wings In love's disport employ ; Warmed by thy influence , creeping things Awake to ...
... song - to grace the rite Untouched the hawthorn bough , Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight ; Man changes , but not Thou ! Thy feathered Lieges bill and wings In love's disport employ ; Warmed by thy influence , creeping things Awake to ...
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A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet Laureate William Wordsworth Úplné zobrazenie - 1865 |
A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet Laureate William Wordsworth Úplné zobrazenie - 1865 |
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art thou beatific beauty behold beneath blessed Borrowdale bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear deep delight dost doth drest dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel fields flowers friends gaze gentle glad glory gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy happy days hath heard heart heaven hills hope hour human lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look Luke Lycoris mind morning mountains murmur Naiad Nature Nature's never night o'er passed peace pensive pleasure PLUTARCH Priest quiet rills rocks round seemed shade Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees turned Twill vale voice Walter Scott wander waters wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow Youth
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Strana 1 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Strana 52 - The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Strana 79 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Strana 3 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Strana 177 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Strana 148 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Strana 268 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Strana 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Strana vi - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Strana 28 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.