The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 - English poetry |
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... hath flown French Revolution , as it appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commencement , reprinted from " the Friend " Ode . The Pass of Kirkstone Evening Ode , composed upon an Evening of extra- ordinary Splendour and Beauty Lines composed a ...
... hath flown French Revolution , as it appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commencement , reprinted from " the Friend " Ode . The Pass of Kirkstone Evening Ode , composed upon an Evening of extra- ordinary Splendour and Beauty Lines composed a ...
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... hath borrowed its name . His station is there ; -and he works on the crowd , He sways them with harmony merry and loud ; He fills with his power all their hearts to the brim . Was aught ever heard like his Fiddle and him ? What an eager ...
... hath borrowed its name . His station is there ; -and he works on the crowd , He sways them with harmony merry and loud ; He fills with his power all their hearts to the brim . Was aught ever heard like his Fiddle and him ? What an eager ...
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... hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Ploughboy is whooping . - There's joy in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ...
... hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Ploughboy is whooping . - There's joy in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ...
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... hath none . An innocent life , yet far astray ! And Ruth will , long before her day , Be broken down and old : Sore aches she needs must have ! but less Of mind , than body's wretchedness , From damp , and rain , and cold . If she is ...
... hath none . An innocent life , yet far astray ! And Ruth will , long before her day , Be broken down and old : Sore aches she needs must have ! but less Of mind , than body's wretchedness , From damp , and rain , and cold . If she is ...
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... , like the Sun emerging from a Cloud , Her countenance brightens and her eye expands ; Her bosom heaves and spreads , her stature grows ; And she expects the issue in repose . O terror ! what hath she perceived ? — O 46 LAODAMIA .
... , like the Sun emerging from a Cloud , Her countenance brightens and her eye expands ; Her bosom heaves and spreads , her stature grows ; And she expects the issue in repose . O terror ! what hath she perceived ? — O 46 LAODAMIA .
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Adam Bruce beauty behold beneath BLACK COMB bold bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE brow Bruges Busk CALAIS calm Castle cheer clouds Clovenford Cruachan Danube dark dear deep delight doth dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze gentle gleam grace GRASMERE grave green grove happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Lake light living lonely look Lord Lord Clifford Martha Ray meek melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mountain murmur Nature ne'er never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell plain pleasure poor river Swale Rob Roy rocks round Scotland shade sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spot stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thoughts Tower trees vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow Youth
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Page 13 - 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.
Page 257 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 165 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 101 - 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 of things.
Page 212 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas 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 to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 100 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Page 211 - Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 104 - The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee...
Page 166 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great 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.
Page 259 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' 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. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake ; the...