A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet LaureateEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - 279 strán (strany) |
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... , Or on his reason , And Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind , A hope for times that are unkind And every season ? Thou wander'st the wide world about , Uncheck'd by pride WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 17.
... , Or on his reason , And Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind , A hope for times that are unkind And every season ? Thou wander'st the wide world about , Uncheck'd by pride WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 17.
Strana 18
William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. Thou wander'st the wide world about , Uncheck'd by pride or scrupulous doubt , With friends to greet thee , or without , Yet pleased and willing ; Meek , yielding to the occasion's call , And ...
William Wordsworth Francis Turner Palgrave. Thou wander'st the wide world about , Uncheck'd by pride or scrupulous doubt , With friends to greet thee , or without , Yet pleased and willing ; Meek , yielding to the occasion's call , And ...
Strana 24
... wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off , and near . 1806 Though babbling only to the Vale , Of sunshine and 24 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF TO THE ...
... wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear , From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off , and near . 1806 Though babbling only to the Vale , Of sunshine and 24 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF TO THE ...
Strana 33
... wander forth , in forest glades Thy birth to solemnize . Though mute the 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 ...
... wander forth , in forest glades Thy birth to solemnize . Though mute the 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 ...
Strana 37
... wander forth When May is whispering , " Come ! " Choose from the bowers of virgin earth " The happiest for your home ; " Heaven's bounteous love through me is spread " From sunshine , clouds , winds , waves , " Drops on the mouldering ...
... wander forth When May is whispering , " Come ! " Choose from the bowers of virgin earth " The happiest for your home ; " Heaven's bounteous love through me is spread " From sunshine , clouds , winds , waves , " Drops on the mouldering ...
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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...