Selections from the poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with notes by H.H. Turner |
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... look a thousand ways In bush and tree and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green : And thou wert still a hope , a love , Still longed for , never seen . And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the plain ...
... look a thousand ways In bush and tree and sky . To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green : And thou wert still a hope , a love , Still longed for , never seen . And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the plain ...
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... looks That threaten the profane ; -a pillared shade Upon whose grassless floor of red - brown hue By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially beneath whose sable roof Of boughs , as if for festal purpose , decked 5 IO 15 20 ...
... looks That threaten the profane ; -a pillared shade Upon whose grassless floor of red - brown hue By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially beneath whose sable roof Of boughs , as if for festal purpose , decked 5 IO 15 20 ...
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... look on nature , not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity , Nor harsh , nor grating , but of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with ...
... look on nature , not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity , Nor harsh , nor grating , but of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with ...
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... look on ? Whom doth she behold ? Her hero slain upon the beach of Troy ? His vital presence , his corporeal mould ? It is if sense deceive her not , ' tis he ! And a god leads him , winged Mercury . 15 19 Mild Hermes spake , and touched ...
... look on ? Whom doth she behold ? Her hero slain upon the beach of Troy ? His vital presence , his corporeal mould ? It is if sense deceive her not , ' tis he ! And a god leads him , winged Mercury . 15 19 Mild Hermes spake , and touched ...
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... I love to see the look with which it braves , Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time , 50 The lightning , the fierce wind , and trampling waves . Farewell , farewell the heart that lives alone Housed in 30 WORDSWORTH .
... I love to see the look with which it braves , Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time , 50 The lightning , the fierce wind , and trampling waves . Farewell , farewell the heart that lives alone Housed in 30 WORDSWORTH .
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Страница 22 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This 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.
Страница 13 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Страница 32 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Страница 15 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Страница 32 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Страница 14 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Страница 12 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Страница 12 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Страница xi - A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit, still and bright With something of an angel light.
Страница 9 - 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 waylay.