Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... evening sun In his departing hour . We told o'er all that we had done , - Our rambles by the swift brook's side Far as the willow - skirted pool Where two fair swans together glide . We talked of change , of winter gone , Of 12.
... evening sun In his departing hour . We told o'er all that we had done , - Our rambles by the swift brook's side Far as the willow - skirted pool Where two fair swans together glide . We talked of change , of winter gone , Of 12.
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... hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you . Thus , when the Sun , prepared for rest , Hath gained the precincts of the West , Though his departing radiance fail To ...
... hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you . Thus , when the Sun , prepared for rest , Hath gained the precincts of the West , Though his departing radiance fail To ...
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... hour to hour , All day the floods a deepening murmur pour ; The sky is veiled , and every cheerful sight : Dark is the region as with coming night ; But what a sudden burst of overpowering light ! Triumphant on the bosom of the storm ...
... hour to hour , All day the floods a deepening murmur pour ; The sky is veiled , and every cheerful sight : Dark is the region as with coming night ; But what a sudden burst of overpowering light ! Triumphant on the bosom of the storm ...
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... hour of rest . I too was calm , though heavily distrest ! Oh me , how quiet sky and ocean were ! My heart was hushed within me , I was blest , And looked , and looked along the silent air , Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair ...
... hour of rest . I too was calm , though heavily distrest ! Oh me , how quiet sky and ocean were ! My heart was hushed within me , I was blest , And looked , and looked along the silent air , Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair ...
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... for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no effort could confine , By the road - side forgetful would I sit Whole hours , my idle arms in moping sorrow knit . I led a wandering life among the fields ; Contentedly 89.
... for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no effort could confine , By the road - side forgetful would I sit Whole hours , my idle arms in moping sorrow knit . I led a wandering life among the fields ; Contentedly 89.
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Page 310 - 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 313 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Page 130 - 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.
Page xxvi - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 44 - WISDOM and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Page 23 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell/ She answered, " Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 24 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
Page 205 - The Shepherd, at such warning, of his flock Bethought him, and he to himself would say, "The winds are now devising work for me!" And, truly, at all times, the storm, that drives The traveller to a shelter, summoned him Up to the mountains: he had been alone Amid the heart of many thousand mists, That came to him, and left him, on the heights.
Page 24 - And when the ground was white with snow And I could run and slide. My brother John was forced to go. And he lies by her side.
Page 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.