The Poems of William Wordsworth, Τόμος 3Methuen, 1908 |
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Σελίδα 6
... feeling not less than the love of a brother for the deceased , commends this memorial to the care of his heirs and successors in the possession of this place . Y vain affections unenthralled , BY Though resolute when duty called To meet ...
... feeling not less than the love of a brother for the deceased , commends this memorial to the care of his heirs and successors in the possession of this place . Y vain affections unenthralled , BY Though resolute when duty called To meet ...
Σελίδα 10
... feeling of my loss will ne'er be old ; 10 20 30 This , which I know , I speak with mind serene . 40 Then , Beaumont , Friend ! who would have been the Friend , If he had lived , of Him whom I deplore , This work of thine I blame not ...
... feeling of my loss will ne'er be old ; 10 20 30 This , which I know , I speak with mind serene . 40 Then , Beaumont , Friend ! who would have been the Friend , If he had lived , of Him whom I deplore , This work of thine I blame not ...
Σελίδα 14
... feeling of a day Of blessedness to come . IV Full soon in sorrow did I weep , Taught that the mutual hope was dust , In sorrow , but for higher trust , How miserably deep ! All vanished in a single word , A breath , a sound , and ...
... feeling of a day Of blessedness to come . IV Full soon in sorrow did I weep , Taught that the mutual hope was dust , In sorrow , but for higher trust , How miserably deep ! All vanished in a single word , A breath , a sound , and ...
Σελίδα 19
... feelings rise And still we struggle when a good man dies . Such offering BEAUMONT dreaded and forbade , A spirit meek in self - abasement clad . Yet here at least , though few have numbered days That shunned so modestly the light of ...
... feelings rise And still we struggle when a good man dies . Such offering BEAUMONT dreaded and forbade , A spirit meek in self - abasement clad . Yet here at least , though few have numbered days That shunned so modestly the light of ...
Σελίδα 25
... feelings meet for holier rest . His joys , his griefs , have vanished like a cloud From Skiddaw's top ; but he to heaven was vowed Through his industrious life , and Christian faith Calmed in his soul the fear of change and death . ΤΟ ...
... feelings meet for holier rest . His joys , his griefs , have vanished like a cloud From Skiddaw's top ; but he to heaven was vowed Through his industrious life , and Christian faith Calmed in his soul the fear of change and death . ΤΟ ...
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acknowledged law Alps amid aught beauty behold beneath breast breath bright calm cheerful clouds cottage dark dear deep delight doth earth evermore faith fancy fear feel fields flowers France Friend grace Grasmere grave green groves hand happy happy feet hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honour hope hour human labour less light living lonely look maternal bonds metre mind moorland mountains mused nature Nature's night o'er once pain passed passion peace pleased pleasure Poems Poet pure quiet rapture rill rocks round RYDAL MOUNT sate seemed shade side sight silent sleep smile smooth solitude song sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet tender thee things thou thoughts trees truth turned twas vale verse voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds woods words youth ΤΟ
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Σελίδα 29 - 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 ! IX.
Σελίδα 500 - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep : so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Σελίδα 30 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Σελίδα 41 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving...
Σελίδα 485 - The principal object, then, which I proposed to myself in these poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible, in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the.
Σελίδα 488 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; 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...
Σελίδα 31 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Σελίδα 28 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Σελίδα 314 - Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Σελίδα 295 - To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake ; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.