The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Part 1Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1904 - 937 pages For other editions, see Author Catalog. |
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... turned that flame with gold : 280 Behind his sail the peasant shrinks , to shun The west , that burns like one dilated sun , A crucible of mighty compass , felt By mountains , glowing till they seem to melt . But , lo ! the boatman ...
... turned that flame with gold : 280 Behind his sail the peasant shrinks , to shun The west , that burns like one dilated sun , A crucible of mighty compass , felt By mountains , glowing till they seem to melt . But , lo ! the boatman ...
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... turned , Bears not to those he loves their needful food . His home approaching , but in such a mood That from his sight his children might have run . He met a traveller , robbed him , shed his blood ; 70 And when the miserable work was ...
... turned , Bears not to those he loves their needful food . His home approaching , but in such a mood That from his sight his children might have run . He met a traveller , robbed him , shed his blood ; 70 And when the miserable work was ...
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... turned : we had no other aid : - Like one revived , upon his neck I wept ; And her whom he had loved in joy , he said , He well could love in grief ; his faith he kept ; 260 And in a quiet home once more my father slept . XXX " We lived ...
... turned : we had no other aid : - Like one revived , upon his neck I wept ; And her whom he had loved in joy , he said , He well could love in grief ; his faith he kept ; 260 And in a quiet home once more my father slept . XXX " We lived ...
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... turned adrift , Was hopeless , as if cast on some bare rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , 372 Nor raised my hand at any door to knock . I lay where , with his drowsy mates , the cock From the cross - timber of an out ...
... turned adrift , Was hopeless , as if cast on some bare rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , 372 Nor raised my hand at any door to knock . I lay where , with his drowsy mates , the cock From the cross - timber of an out ...
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... turned - away ; As if because her tale was at an end , She wept ; because she had no more to say Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay . LI 450 True sympathy the Sailor's looks expressed , His looks - for pondering he was ...
... turned - away ; As if because her tale was at an end , She wept ; because she had no more to say Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay . LI 450 True sympathy the Sailor's looks expressed , His looks - for pondering he was ...
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Page 282 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page xxviii - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 285 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 352 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Page 309 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 283 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st...
Page 91 - Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime...
Page 354 - 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 ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fough'tst 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...
Page 317 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Page 347 - 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.