The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 страница |
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... beauty Time shall spare Though a breath made it ) like a bubble blown For summer pastime into wanton air ; Happy the thought best likened to a stone Of the sea - beach , when , polished with nice care , Veins it discovers exquisite and ...
... beauty Time shall spare Though a breath made it ) like a bubble blown For summer pastime into wanton air ; Happy the thought best likened to a stone Of the sea - beach , when , polished with nice care , Veins it discovers exquisite and ...
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... beauty , which is varying every hour ; But in chaste hearts , uninfluenced by the power Of outward change , there blooms a deathless flower , That breathes on earth the air of paradise . Italian of Michael Angelo From the No mortal ...
... beauty , which is varying every hour ; But in chaste hearts , uninfluenced by the power Of outward change , there blooms a deathless flower , That breathes on earth the air of paradise . Italian of Michael Angelo From the No mortal ...
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... With her face up to heaven ; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone ; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave ! A Vision The Vision EVEN so for me a Vision sanctified Fulfilled MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 15.
... With her face up to heaven ; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone ; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave ! A Vision The Vision EVEN so for me a Vision sanctified Fulfilled MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 15.
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... beauty , destined to endure , White , radiant , spotless , exquisitely pure , Through all vicissitudes , till genial Spring Has filled the laughing vales with welcome flowers . ONE who was suffering tumult in his soul Yet failed 26 ...
... beauty , destined to endure , White , radiant , spotless , exquisitely pure , Through all vicissitudes , till genial Spring Has filled the laughing vales with welcome flowers . ONE who was suffering tumult in his soul Yet failed 26 ...
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... beauty's right , Her beauty thoughtlessly disparagèd . Meanwhile that veil , removed or thrown aside , Went floating from her , darkening as it went ; And a huge mass , to bury or to hide , Approached this glory of the firmament ; Who ...
... beauty's right , Her beauty thoughtlessly disparagèd . Meanwhile that veil , removed or thrown aside , Went floating from her , darkening as it went ; And a huge mass , to bury or to hide , Approached this glory of the firmament ; Who ...
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ancient art thou aught beauty behold blest bold bowers breath bright brow Calais calm cheer Church clouds Cocytus crown dares dark dear death divine doom doth dread dream Duddon earth England eternal faith Fancy fear flowers gaze gleam glory grace green hand haply hath heart Heaven hill holy honour hope human land Liberty light live meek mighty mind morn mortal Mosgiel mountains Muse Nature Nature's Nursling o'er pain peace pensive Poet praise proud pure rapture Rhine Rill Rome round sacred Saragossa Sarah Hutchinson scorn shame shine sigh sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile smooth soft Sonnets sorrow soul sovereign hill spirit Staffa stars Stream sweet sword tears thee thine things thou thought Tower of Refuge towers truth ULPHA vale voice WANSFELL wild William Wordsworth wind wing words Ye men youth
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Страница 79 - 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.
Страница 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Страница 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Страница 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Страница 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Страница 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Страница 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Страница 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Страница 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Страница 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...