The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Том 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 34
Страница 8
William Wordsworth. He serves the Muses erringly and ill , Whose aim is pleasure light and fugitive : O , that my mind were equal to fulfill The comprehensive mandate which they give- Vain aspiration of an earnest will ! Yet in this ...
William Wordsworth. He serves the Muses erringly and ill , Whose aim is pleasure light and fugitive : O , that my mind were equal to fulfill The comprehensive mandate which they give- Vain aspiration of an earnest will ! Yet in this ...
Страница 13
... light Brightens her that was so bright ; . Now doth a delicate shadow fall , Falls upon her like a breath , From some lofty arch or wall , As she passes underneath : Now some gloomy nook partakes - Of the glory that she makes , High ...
... light Brightens her that was so bright ; . Now doth a delicate shadow fall , Falls upon her like a breath , From some lofty arch or wall , As she passes underneath : Now some gloomy nook partakes - Of the glory that she makes , High ...
Страница 15
... light ! - pace Nor spares to stoop her head , and taste The dewy turf with flowers bestrown ; And in this way she fares , till at last Beside the ridge of a grassy grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gently as a weary wave Sinks ...
... light ! - pace Nor spares to stoop her head , and taste The dewy turf with flowers bestrown ; And in this way she fares , till at last Beside the ridge of a grassy grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gently as a weary wave Sinks ...
Страница 20
... light . Pass , pass who will , yon chantry door ; And , through the chink in the fractured floor Look down , and see a griesly sight ; A vault where the bodies are buried upright ! There face by face , and hand by hand , The Claphams ...
... light . Pass , pass who will , yon chantry door ; And , through the chink in the fractured floor Look down , and see a griesly sight ; A vault where the bodies are buried upright ! There face by face , and hand by hand , The Claphams ...
Страница 25
... light , Her last companion in a dearth Of love , upon a hopeless earth . - For She it was , ' twas She who wrought Meekly , with foreboding thought , In vermeil colours and in gold An unblessed work ; which , standing by , Her Father ...
... light , Her last companion in a dearth Of love , upon a hopeless earth . - For She it was , ' twas She who wrought Meekly , with foreboding thought , In vermeil colours and in gold An unblessed work ; which , standing by , Her Father ...
Садржај
134 | |
135 | |
136 | |
137 | |
138 | |
139 | |
140 | |
141 | |
142 | |
143 | |
144 | |
145 | |
146 | |
148 | |
149 | |
150 | |
151 | |
152 | |
153 | |
156 | |
157 | |
158 | |
159 | |
160 | |
161 | |
165 | |
166 | |
167 | |
168 | |
169 | |
170 | |
171 | |
172 | |
173 | |
174 | |
175 | |
176 | |
177 | |
178 | |
179 | |
180 | |
181 | |
182 | |
183 | |
184 | |
185 | |
186 | |
187 | |
188 | |
189 | |
190 | |
191 | |
192 | |
193 | |
194 | |
195 | |
196 | |
197 | |
198 | |
199 | |
210 | |
211 | |
212 | |
213 | |
214 | |
215 | |
216 | |
217 | |
218 | |
219 | |
220 | |
221 | |
222 | |
223 | |
224 | |
225 | |
226 | |
227 | |
228 | |
229 | |
230 | |
231 | |
233 | |
235 | |
236 | |
237 | |
238 | |
239 | |
240 | |
241 | |
242 | |
243 | |
244 | |
245 | |
246 | |
247 | |
248 | |
249 | |
250 | |
251 | |
252 | |
253 | |
254 | |
255 | |
256 | |
257 | |
258 | |
259 | |
260 | |
262 | |
263 | |
264 | |
266 | |
267 | |
268 | |
269 | |
270 | |
271 | |
281 | |
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
admiration ancient appear Banner beautiful behold beneath blest bold Bolton bosom bower Brancepeth brave breath bright CALAIS calm chear Child city of Durham clouds CONVENTION OF CINTRA Creature dark dear delight doth earth Emily fair faith Father fear flowers Francis Friend Furness Fells genius gentle gleam glory grace GRASMERE green Islands ground Guernica hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour human Lady liberty look Lord loved Stream Maid meek mighty mind mortal murmur naiads nature night Norton o'er Ossian Paradise Lost peace pensive Poem Poet poetry praise prayer pure RIVER DERWENT Rylstone Shakespeare shewed sight silent sing sleep song SONNETS sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet thee thine thing THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought Towers triumph truth Vale voice White Doe wind words Ye Men youth
Популарни одломци
Страница 157 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Страница 220 - 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...
Страница 154 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Страница 129 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Страница 221 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now...
Страница 139 - But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss!
Страница 217 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.
Страница 210 - ON THE EXTINcTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIc. ONcE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee ; And was the safeguard of the West : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
Страница 226 - Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo, With mighty Nations for his underlings, The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow ; I find nothing great : Nothing is left which I can venerate ; So that a doubt almost within me springs Of Providence, such emptiness at length Seems at the heart of all things.
Страница 150 - is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe ; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee Are, fostered by the comment and the gibe.