A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet LaureateEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - 279 strán (strany) |
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Strana 8
... look the sky is empty space ; I know not what I trace e ; But when I cease to look , my hand is on my heart . O ! what a weight is in these shades ! Ye leaves , That murmur once so dear , when will it cease ? Your sound my heart of rest ...
... look the sky is empty space ; I know not what I trace e ; But when I cease to look , my hand is on my heart . O ! what a weight is in these shades ! Ye leaves , That murmur once so dear , when will it cease ? Your sound my heart of rest ...
Strana 13
... look about , and there Thou art a friend at hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; Some steady love ; some ...
... look about , and there Thou art a friend at hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; Some steady love ; some ...
Strana 25
... look a thousand ways In bush , and tree , and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope , a love ; Still longed for , never seen . And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the ...
... look a thousand ways In bush , and tree , and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope , a love ; Still longed for , never seen . And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the ...
Strana 28
... look up , and opening flowers are seen ; Why to God's goodness cannot We be true , And so , His gifts and promises between , Feed to the last on pleasures ever new ? XXIV THE world is too much with us ; late and soon , Getting and ...
... look up , and opening flowers are seen ; Why to God's goodness cannot We be true , And so , His gifts and promises between , Feed to the last on pleasures ever new ? XXIV THE world is too much with us ; late and soon , Getting and ...
Strana 30
... look ; Intruders who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf , with harsh impiety . Think what the home must be if it were thine , Even thine , though few thy wants ! -Roof , window , door , The very flowers are sacred to the ...
... look ; Intruders who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf , with harsh impiety . Think what the home must be if it were thine , Even thine , though few thy wants ! -Roof , window , door , The very flowers are sacred to the ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bliss bower breath breeze bright brook BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard clouds Cockermouth dear delight dost doth dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel flowers gaze glad glory Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves happy Happy day hath heard heart heaven heroic arts hills hope hour human human weight lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look LORD CLIFFORD melancholy mind morning mortal mountains mourned murmur Nature never night o'er ODE TO DUTY passed pensive pleasure Priest quiet rills rocks round Ruth seemed shade shed Shepherd side sight silent sing slaughtered Lord sleep song soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees Twill vale voice wander waters wild wild Hunt 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 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 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!
Strana 215 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Strana 276 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Strana 76 - Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
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 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 9 - Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour...
Strana 6 - Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Strana 167 - WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold...