The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen4Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... happy Warrior A Poet's Epitaph To the Spade of a Friend , ( an Agriculturist ) To my Sister To a young Lady Lines written in early Spring Simon Lee , the old Huntsman Incident characteristic of a favourite Dog Tribute to the Memory of ...
... happy Warrior A Poet's Epitaph To the Spade of a Friend , ( an Agriculturist ) To my Sister To a young Lady Lines written in early Spring Simon Lee , the old Huntsman Incident characteristic of a favourite Dog Tribute to the Memory of ...
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... happy hour with holier happiness . He serves the Muses erringly and ill , Whose aim is pleasure light and fugitive : O , that my mind were equal to fulfil The comprehensive mandate which they give — Vain aspiration of an earnest will ...
... happy hour with holier happiness . He serves the Muses erringly and ill , Whose aim is pleasure light and fugitive : O , that my mind were equal to fulfil The comprehensive mandate which they give — Vain aspiration of an earnest will ...
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... worthier might ; Nor in broad pomp , or courtly state ; Him his own thoughts did elevate , Most happy in the shy recess Of Barden's humble quietness . And choice of studious friends had he Of Bolton's dear CANTO I. 19 OF RYLSTONE .
... worthier might ; Nor in broad pomp , or courtly state ; Him his own thoughts did elevate , Most happy in the shy recess Of Barden's humble quietness . And choice of studious friends had he Of Bolton's dear CANTO I. 19 OF RYLSTONE .
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... happy thought this day ! ) Not seldom foremost in the way - --- - If on one thought our minds have fed , And we have in one meaning read If , when at home our private weal Hath suffered from the shock of zeal , Together we have learned ...
... happy thought this day ! ) Not seldom foremost in the way - --- - If on one thought our minds have fed , And we have in one meaning read If , when at home our private weal Hath suffered from the shock of zeal , Together we have learned ...
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... Happy as others of her kind , That , far from human neighbourhood , Range unrestricted as the wind , Through park , or chase , or savage wood . But where at this still hour is she , The consecrated Emily ? Even while I speak , behold ...
... Happy as others of her kind , That , far from human neighbourhood , Range unrestricted as the wind , Through park , or chase , or savage wood . But where at this still hour is she , The consecrated Emily ? Even while I speak , behold ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volumen4 William Wordsworth Vista completa - 1865 |
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Banner Barden Fell Barden Tower beautiful behold beneath bless Bolton Bolton Abbey bowers brave breast breath bright calm Canute cheer Child city of Durham Coniston Creature curacy dark dear deep delight doth Duddon earth Emily endeavour fair fear feelings flowers Francis Friend gentle gliding grace grave green hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy honour hope human Isle of Walney Lady language live lonely look Lord Loweswater Maid metre mind morning mortal Mother mountain murmur nature Norton o'er passion peace pleasure Poem Poet Poetry prayer Reader River RIVER DUDDON Robert Walker rocks round Rylstone Seathwaite side sigh sight silent Simon rouse sing smooth solitude song Sonnets sorrow soul spirit spread stand stood sweet tears thee things thou thought Tower Trajan trees Ulpha vale voice Wharf whence White Doe wind youth
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Página 350 - Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 213 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 360 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated...
Página 352 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Página 294 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Página 350 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Página 347 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Página 333 - So once it would have been, — 'tis so no more ; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone, which nothing can restore ; A deep distress hath humanised my Soul.
Página 367 - 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; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Página 367 - ... that not only the language of a large portion of every good poem, even of the most elevated character, must necessarily, except with reference to the metre, in no respect differ from that of good prose, but likewise that some of the most interesting parts of the best poems will be found to be strictly the language of prose when prose is well written. The truth of this assertion might be demonstrated by innumerable passages from almost all the poetical writings, even of Milton himself.