Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on the Wordsworthian Sonnet by Thos. Hutchinson, Volume 2David Nutt, 1807 |
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... glad for him , blind as he is ! —all the while If they speak ' tis to praise , and they praise with a smil That tall Man , a Giant in bulk and in height , Not an inch of his body is free from delight ; Can he keep himself still , if he ...
... glad for him , blind as he is ! —all the while If they speak ' tis to praise , and they praise with a smil That tall Man , a Giant in bulk and in height , Not an inch of his body is free from delight ; Can he keep himself still , if he ...
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... glad ; yet tears were shed ; Both Man and Woman wept when Thou wert dead ; Not only for a thousand thoughts that were , Old household thoughts , in which thou hadst thy share ; But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee , Found ...
... glad ; yet tears were shed ; Both Man and Woman wept when Thou wert dead ; Not only for a thousand thoughts that were , Old household thoughts , in which thou hadst thy share ; But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee , Found ...
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... glad is Skipton at this hour Though she is but a lonely Tower ! Silent , deserted of her best , Without an Inmate or a Guest , Knight , Squire , or Yeoman , Page , or Groom ; We have them at the Feast of Brough'm . How glad Pendragon ...
... glad is Skipton at this hour Though she is but a lonely Tower ! Silent , deserted of her best , Without an Inmate or a Guest , Knight , Squire , or Yeoman , Page , or Groom ; We have them at the Feast of Brough'm . How glad Pendragon ...
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... glad I deem Beside her little humble Stream ; And she that keepeth watch and ward Her statelier Eden's course to guard ; They both are happy at this hour , Though each is but a lonely Tower : - But here is perfect joy and pride For one ...
... glad I deem Beside her little humble Stream ; And she that keepeth watch and ward Her statelier Eden's course to guard ; They both are happy at this hour , Though each is but a lonely Tower : - But here is perfect joy and pride For one ...
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... Glad were the Vales , and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honour'd more and more : And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . LINES , Composed at GRASMERE , during a walk , 138.
... Glad were the Vales , and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honour'd more and more : And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . LINES , Composed at GRASMERE , during a walk , 138.
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April Babe Barron Field became behold birds blind Boy Blind Highland Boy bliss brave bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Butterfly Castle chear Child Cockermouth Coleorton Coleridge Cottage Countess of Pembroke Creature Cuckoo daffodils Daisy dancing dear delight Dorothy Dorothy's Journal doth Dowden dream earth fear feelings Fenwick Note Flower Friend gleam glee Grasmere grave happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland Girl hill Jedborough Lake land light Loch lonely Lord Clifford mighty mind Mother never Nightingale o'er peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor praise rest Rob Roy Scotland seem'd seen September 25 sight silent Simpliciad sing sleep small Celandine smiles Solitary Reaper song Sonnet Soul sound Spring stanza Star stepping westward sweet textual changes thee thine things THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought trees Vales verse voice walk words Wordsworth Yarrow
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Page 148 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 149 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay : Land and sea...
Page 158 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 150 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Page 122 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Page 155 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Page 167 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Page 152 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
Page 157 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Page 156 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.