The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 4G. Bell & Sons, 1893 |
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... . FROM Bolton's old monastic tower The bells ring loud with gladsome power ; The sun shines bright ; the fields are gay With people in their best array Of stole and doublet THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 5 Canto I Canto II 23 33 39 45 50.
... . FROM Bolton's old monastic tower The bells ring loud with gladsome power ; The sun shines bright ; the fields are gay With people in their best array Of stole and doublet THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 5 Canto I Canto II 23 33 39 45 50.
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... tower Is standing with a voice of power , That ancient voice which wont to call To mass or some high festival ; And in the shattered fabric's heart Remaineth one protected part ; A Chapel , like a wild - bird's nest , Closely embowered ...
... tower Is standing with a voice of power , That ancient voice which wont to call To mass or some high festival ; And in the shattered fabric's heart Remaineth one protected part ; A Chapel , like a wild - bird's nest , Closely embowered ...
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... tower , In many a calm propitious hour , Perused , with him , the starry sky ; Or , in their cells , with him did pry For other lore , -by keen desire Urged to close toil with chemic fire ; In quest belike of transmutations 295 300 Rich ...
... tower , In many a calm propitious hour , Perused , with him , the starry sky ; Or , in their cells , with him did pry For other lore , -by keen desire Urged to close toil with chemic fire ; In quest belike of transmutations 295 300 Rich ...
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William Wordsworth Edward Dowden. CANTO THIRD . Now joy for you who from the towers Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear , Telling melancholy hours ! Proclaim it , let your Masters hear That Norton with his band is near ! 595 The ...
William Wordsworth Edward Dowden. CANTO THIRD . Now joy for you who from the towers Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear , Telling melancholy hours ! Proclaim it , let your Masters hear That Norton with his band is near ! 595 The ...
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... towers of Saint Cuthbert were stirred by the shout ! Now was the North in arms : -they shine In warlike trim from Tweed to Tyne , At Percy's voice : and Neville sees His Followers gathering in from Tees , From Were , and all the little ...
... towers of Saint Cuthbert were stirred by the shout ! Now was the North in arms : -they shine In warlike trim from Tweed to Tyne , At Percy's voice : and Neville sees His Followers gathering in from Tees , From Were , and all the little ...
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Page 199 - LINES, WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 228 - W'ho, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Page 3 - For take an example of a dog, and mark what a generosity and courage he will put on when he finds himself maintained by a man, who to him is instead of a God, or melior natura, which courage is manifestly such as that creature, without that confidence, of a better nature than his own could never attain. So man, when he resteth and assureth himself upon divine protection and favor, gathereth a force and faith which human nature in itself could not obtain.
Page 218 - 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 235 - A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade; There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught.
Page 229 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means, and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Page 227 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 201 - IT is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than Before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Page 227 - I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
Page 215 - For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.