The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... give the better will Its lawful sway . Hath Nature strung your nerves to bear Intemperance with less harm , beware ! But if the Poet's wit ye share , Like him can speed - The social hour , of tenfold care - There will be need ; For ...
... give the better will Its lawful sway . Hath Nature strung your nerves to bear Intemperance with less harm , beware ! But if the Poet's wit ye share , Like him can speed - The social hour , of tenfold care - There will be need ; For ...
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... gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I , not unmoved in mind , Seen birds of tempest - loving kind Thus beating up against the wind . What hand but would a garland cull For thee who art so beautiful ? O happy pleasure ! here to ...
... gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I , not unmoved in mind , Seen birds of tempest - loving kind Thus beating up against the wind . What hand but would a garland cull For thee who art so beautiful ? O happy pleasure ! here to ...
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... give new pleasure like the past , Continued long as life shall last . Nor am I loth , though pleased at heart , Sweet Highland Girl ! from thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now ...
... give new pleasure like the past , Continued long as life shall last . Nor am I loth , though pleased at heart , Sweet Highland Girl ! from thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall behold , As I do now ...
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... give me spiritual right To travel through that region bright . The voice was soft , and she who spake Was walking by her native lake : " Yea . " The salutation had to me The very sound of courtesy 18 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . Stepping ...
... give me spiritual right To travel through that region bright . The voice was soft , and she who spake Was walking by her native lake : " Yea . " The salutation had to me The very sound of courtesy 18 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . Stepping ...
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... give God thanks , And welcomed the poor Child . And in the general joy of heart The blind Boy's little dog took part ; He leapt about , and oft did kiss His master's hands in sign of bliss , With sound like lamentation . But most of all ...
... give God thanks , And welcomed the poor Child . And in the general joy of heart The blind Boy's little dog took part ; He leapt about , and oft did kiss His master's hands in sign of bliss , With sound like lamentation . But most of all ...
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Apennine aught austere Band Bard beauty behold beneath blest bold Bothwell Castle bower brave breast breath breeze bright brow BRUGES Busk CALAIS cheer clouds dear deeds deep delight doth dread dream Duddon earth eyes fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze glory grace GRASMERE grave green hand hath heard heart Heaven height Highland hill hope hour lake land liberty light living Loch Lomond look Lord Loweswater meek memory Merlin mighty mind morning mortal mountains Muse Nature ne'er night o'er peace praise pride pure RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy Robert Walker rock round Sanguinetto scorn Seathwaite shade shore sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars steep stream sublime sweet sword thee thine thou thought towers Trajan trees Ulpha vale VALLOMBROSA voice waves Whate'er wild wind Yarrow
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Страница 19 - 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; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Страница 71 - 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...
Страница 74 - 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...
Страница 31 - Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Страница 74 - 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 Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Страница 270 - For, backward, Duddon, as I cast my eyes, I see what was, and is, and will abide ; Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ,' The Form remains, the Function never dies...
Страница 73 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Страница 73 - GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom — better none : The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend : They knew how genuine glory was put on ; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour : what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness.
Страница 77 - While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, Men unto whom sufficient for the day And minds not stinted or untilled are given, Sound, healthy, children of the God of heaven, Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. What do we gather hence but firmer faith That every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath...
Страница 69 - 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...