The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 páginas |
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... 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 ! - window , door , Roof The very flowers are sacred to the Poor , The roses to the porch ...
... 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 ! - window , door , Roof The very flowers are sacred to the Poor , The roses to the porch ...
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... tears ; Deep thought , or dread remembrance , had I none . By doubts and thousand petty fancies crost I stood , of simple shame the blushing Thrall ; So narrow seemed the brooks , the fields so small ! A Juggler's balls old Time about ...
... tears ; Deep thought , or dread remembrance , had I none . By doubts and thousand petty fancies crost I stood , of simple shame the blushing Thrall ; So narrow seemed the brooks , the fields so small ! A Juggler's balls old Time about ...
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... tear The lingering remnant of their yellow hair , And shivering wolves , surprised with darkness , howl As if the sun were not . He raised his eye Soul - smitten ; for , that instant did appear Large space ( mid dreadful clouds ) of ...
... tear The lingering remnant of their yellow hair , And shivering wolves , surprised with darkness , howl As if the sun were not . He raised his eye Soul - smitten ; for , that instant did appear Large space ( mid dreadful clouds ) of ...
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... tear The moment it has left the virgin's eye , Or rain - drop lingering on the pointed thorn . The Poet's Joy The Moon's THE Shepherd , looking eastward , softly said , " Bright is thy veil , O Moon , as thou art bright ! " Triumph ...
... tear The moment it has left the virgin's eye , Or rain - drop lingering on the pointed thorn . The Poet's Joy The Moon's THE Shepherd , looking eastward , softly said , " Bright is thy veil , O Moon , as thou art bright ! " Triumph ...
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... tears ; no Naiad should'st thou be , - Have neither limbs , feet , feathers , joints , nor hairs : It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee With purer robes than those of flesh and blood , And hath bestowed on thee a safer good ...
... tears ; no Naiad should'st thou be , - Have neither limbs , feet , feathers , joints , nor hairs : It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee With purer robes than those of flesh and blood , And hath bestowed on thee a safer good ...
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ancient art thou aught beauty behold blest bold bowers breath bright brow Calais calm cheer Church clouds Cocytus crown dares dark dear death divine doom doth dread dream Duddon earth England eternal faith Fancy fear flowers gaze gleam glory grace green hand haply hath heart Heaven hill holy honour hope human land Liberty light live meek mighty mind morn mortal Mosgiel mountains Muse Nature Nature's Nursling o'er pain peace pensive Poet praise proud pure rapture Rhine Rill Rome round sacred Saragossa Sarah Hutchinson scorn shame shine sigh sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile smooth soft Sonnets sorrow soul sovereign hill spirit Staffa stars Stream sweet sword tears thee thine things thou thought Tower of Refuge towers truth ULPHA vale voice WANSFELL wild William Wordsworth wind wing words Ye men youth
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Página 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Página 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Página 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Página 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Página 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Página 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Página 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Página 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Página 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Página 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...