The Poetical Works of WordsworthJ. W. Lovell Company, 1881 - 707 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 22
... give this dedica- tion a propriety sufficient to do away any scruples which your modesty might other- wise have suggested . In inscribing this little work to you , I con- sult my heart . You know well how great is the difference between ...
... give this dedica- tion a propriety sufficient to do away any scruples which your modesty might other- wise have suggested . In inscribing this little work to you , I con- sult my heart . You know well how great is the difference between ...
Σελίδα 30
... give not me that eye of hard disdain That views , undimmed , Einsiedlen's * wretched fane . While ghastly faces through the gloom ap- pear , Abortive joy , and hope that works in fear ; While prayer contends with silenced agony , Surely ...
... give not me that eye of hard disdain That views , undimmed , Einsiedlen's * wretched fane . While ghastly faces through the gloom ap- pear , Abortive joy , and hope that works in fear ; While prayer contends with silenced agony , Surely ...
Σελίδα 42
... give ! " LXX . To tell the change that Voice within her wrought Nature by sign or sound made no essay ; And every mortal pang dissolved away . A sudden joy surprised expiring thought , Borne gently to a bed , in death she lay ; Yet ...
... give ! " LXX . To tell the change that Voice within her wrought Nature by sign or sound made no essay ; And every mortal pang dissolved away . A sudden joy surprised expiring thought , Borne gently to a bed , in death she lay ; Yet ...
Σελίδα 45
... give . Her . Nay , be composed : Few minutes gone a faintness overspread My frame , and I bethought me of two things I ne'er had heart to separate - my grave , And thee , my Child ! Idon . Believe me , honored Sire ! ' Tis weariness ...
... give . Her . Nay , be composed : Few minutes gone a faintness overspread My frame , and I bethought me of two things I ne'er had heart to separate - my grave , And thee , my Child ! Idon . Believe me , honored Sire ! ' Tis weariness ...
Σελίδα 47
... give me quiet lodging . You have a boy. Her . Idonea , we must part . Be not alarmed- ' Tis but for a few days struck me . - a thought has Idon . That I should leave you at this house , and thence Proceed alone . It shall be so ; for ...
... give me quiet lodging . You have a boy. Her . Idonea , we must part . Be not alarmed- ' Tis but for a few days struck me . - a thought has Idon . That I should leave you at this house , and thence Proceed alone . It shall be so ; for ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
art thou aught beauty behold beneath Betty Foy bird blest bower breast breath bright calm cheer Child clouds dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle gleam glory grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour human Idon light live lonely look MARMADUKE Martha Ray meek mind moon morning mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain peace Peter Bell pleasure poor quire rapture rills rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees truth Twas vale voice wandering ween wild wind wings woods Yarrow youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 189 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress 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...
Σελίδα 104 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Σελίδα 233 - 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.
Σελίδα 188 - 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 life...
Σελίδα 500 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which, having been, must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Σελίδα 499 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Σελίδα 271 - Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That Mountain floods should thunder as before.
Σελίδα 257 - Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Σελίδα 422 - Is placable, because occasions rise So often that demand such sacrifice ; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, As tempted more ; more able to endure, As more exposed to suffering and distress ; Thence, also, more alive to tenderness...
Σελίδα 187 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie ; His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.