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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... labour , and all fleshly ills ; And mighty Poets in their misery dead . But now , perplex'd by what the Old Man had said , My question eagerly did I renew , " How is it that you live , and what is it you do ? " He with a smile did then ...
... labour , and all fleshly ills ; And mighty Poets in their misery dead . But now , perplex'd by what the Old Man had said , My question eagerly did I renew , " How is it that you live , and what is it you do ? " He with a smile did then ...
Page 85
... labours of benevolence , The world , and man himself , appeared a scene Of kindred loveliness : then he would sigh With mournful joy , to think that others felt What he must never feel : and so , lost Man ! On visionary views would ...
... labours of benevolence , The world , and man himself , appeared a scene Of kindred loveliness : then he would sigh With mournful joy , to think that others felt What he must never feel : and so , lost Man ! On visionary views would ...
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... labour could not wean them , Alas ! ' tis very little , all Which they can do between them . Beside their moss - grown but of clay , Not twenty paces from the door , A scrap of land they have , but they Are poorest of the poor . This ...
... labour could not wean them , Alas ! ' tis very little , all Which they can do between them . Beside their moss - grown but of clay , Not twenty paces from the door , A scrap of land they have , but they Are poorest of the poor . This ...
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... of all good is given , High sacrifice , and labour without pause , Even to the death : -else wherefore should the Of man converse with immortality ? • eye XIII . ON THE FINAL SUBMISSION OF THE TYROLESE . 238 XII. ...
... of all good is given , High sacrifice , and labour without pause , Even to the death : -else wherefore should the Of man converse with immortality ? • eye XIII . ON THE FINAL SUBMISSION OF THE TYROLESE . 238 XII. ...
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... labour to regain Our ancient freedom ; else ' twere worse than vain To gather round the Bier these festal shows ! A garland fashioned of the pure white rose Becomes not one whose Father is a Slave : Oh ! bear the Infant covered to his ...
... labour to regain Our ancient freedom ; else ' twere worse than vain To gather round the Bier these festal shows ! A garland fashioned of the pure white rose Becomes not one whose Father is a Slave : Oh ! bear the Infant covered to his ...
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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...