The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 - English poetry |
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... passing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade , March , 1807 A Prophecy . February , 1807 Clouds , lingering yet , extend in solid bars Go back to antique Ages , if thine eyes Composed while the Author was engaged in writing ...
... passing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade , March , 1807 A Prophecy . February , 1807 Clouds , lingering yet , extend in solid bars Go back to antique Ages , if thine eyes Composed while the Author was engaged in writing ...
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... passed on , and no Sir Eustace ! Nor of him were tidings heard . Wherefore , bold as day , the Murderer Back again to England steered . To his Castle Hubert sped ; He has nothing now to dread . But silent and by stealth he came , And at ...
... passed on , and no Sir Eustace ! Nor of him were tidings heard . Wherefore , bold as day , the Murderer Back again to England steered . To his Castle Hubert sped ; He has nothing now to dread . But silent and by stealth he came , And at ...
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... poor ; Ill fed she was , and thinly clad ; And any man who passed her door Might see how poor a hut she had . All day she spun in her poor dwelling : And c 3 GOODY BLAKE AND HARRY GILL . 17 21 Goody Blake and Harry Gill, a true Story.
... poor ; Ill fed she was , and thinly clad ; And any man who passed her door Might see how poor a hut she had . All day she spun in her poor dwelling : And c 3 GOODY BLAKE AND HARRY GILL . 17 21 Goody Blake and Harry Gill, a true Story.
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... passed by the spot , and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And ...
... passed by the spot , and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And ...
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... passing in haste- What matter ! he's caught - and his time runs to waste- The Newsman is stopped , though he stops on the fret , And the half - breathless Lamplighter - he's in the net ! The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore ...
... passing in haste- What matter ! he's caught - and his time runs to waste- The Newsman is stopped , though he stops on the fret , And the half - breathless Lamplighter - he's in the net ! The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore ...
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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...