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Page 12
You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face
of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . “ To - night will be a stormy nightYou to
the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the
snow ...
You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face
of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . “ To - night will be a stormy nightYou to
the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the
snow ...
Page 19
I HAVE a boy of five years old ; His face is fair and fresh to see ; His limbs are cast
in beauty ' s mould , And dearly he loves me . One morn we strolled on our dry
walk , Our quiet home all full in view , And held such intermitted talk As we are ...
I HAVE a boy of five years old ; His face is fair and fresh to see ; His limbs are cast
in beauty ' s mould , And dearly he loves me . One morn we strolled on our dry
walk , Our quiet home all full in view , And held such intermitted talk As we are ...
Page 22
Towards the lamb she looked ; and from that shady place I unobserved could see
the workings of her face : If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring .
Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little maid might sing : “ What ails thee ...
Towards the lamb she looked ; and from that shady place I unobserved could see
the workings of her face : If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring .
Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little maid might sing : “ What ails thee ...
Page 36
And , long as he can wander , let him breathe The freshness of the valleys ; let his
blood Struggle with frosty air and winter snows ; And let the chartered wind that
sweeps the heath Beat his gray locks against his withered face . Reverence the ...
And , long as he can wander , let him breathe The freshness of the valleys ; let his
blood Struggle with frosty air and winter snows ; And let the chartered wind that
sweeps the heath Beat his gray locks against his withered face . Reverence the ...
Page 39
This gives him the fancy of one that is young , More of soul in his face than of
words on his tongue ; Like a maiden of twenty he trembles and sighs , And tears
of fifteen will come into his eyes . What ' s a tempest to him , or the dry parching ...
This gives him the fancy of one that is young , More of soul in his face than of
words on his tongue ; Like a maiden of twenty he trembles and sighs , And tears
of fifteen will come into his eyes . What ' s a tempest to him , or the dry parching ...
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Page 1 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 130 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind...
Page 203 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Page 190 - Thus Nature spake — the work was done; — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Page 132 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude.
Page 14 - SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 179 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Page 4 - 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 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round"! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a...
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| Title | Poems, selected from the best eds, Volume 1 Miniature libr. of the poets Poems, selected from the best eds, William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) |
| Author | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) |
| Published | 1880 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 3 Aug 2006 |
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