Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 pages |
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... Shepherd , thou a Shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality : Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea : and I would have Some claim upon thee , if I could , Though but of common neighbourhood . What ...
... Shepherd , thou a Shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality : Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea : and I would have Some claim upon thee , if I could , Though but of common neighbourhood . What ...
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... Shepherd's garb attired , Came up the Hollow : -Him did I accost , And what this place might be I then inquired . The Shepherd stopped , and that same story told Which in my former rhyme I have rehearsed . " A jolly place , " said he ...
... Shepherd's garb attired , Came up the Hollow : -Him did I accost , And what this place might be I then inquired . The Shepherd stopped , and that same story told Which in my former rhyme I have rehearsed . " A jolly place , " said he ...
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... Shepherd , thou hast spoken well ; Small difference lies between thy creed and mine : This Beast not unobserved by Nature fell ; His death was mourned by sympathy divine . The Being , that is in the clouds and air , That is in the green ...
... Shepherd , thou hast spoken well ; Small difference lies between thy creed and mine : This Beast not unobserved by Nature fell ; His death was mourned by sympathy divine . The Being , that is in the clouds and air , That is in the green ...
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... Shepherd , let us two divide , Taught both by what she shews , and what conceals , Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels . " XXIX . SONG , AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE 57.
... Shepherd , let us two divide , Taught both by what she shews , and what conceals , Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels . " XXIX . SONG , AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE 57.
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... Shepherd , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors . HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.— The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that hath been silent long ...
... Shepherd , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors . HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.— The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that hath been silent long ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Page 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Page 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Page 346 - 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.
Page 345 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Page 28 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 352 - 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.
Page 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Page 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Page 351 - 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...