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... Leaf of Macpherson's Ossian Vernal Ode Ode to Lycoris To the Same Fidelity To the Lady on the Foundation of On the same Occasion Chapel , Westmoreland The Force of Prayer A Fact and an Imagination ; Canute and Alfred A little onward ...
... Leaf of Macpherson's Ossian Vernal Ode Ode to Lycoris To the Same Fidelity To the Lady on the Foundation of On the same Occasion Chapel , Westmoreland The Force of Prayer A Fact and an Imagination ; Canute and Alfred A little onward ...
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... Leaf of Macpherson's Ossian 155 Vernal Ode 157 Ode to Lycoris 161 To the Same 163 Fidelity 164 To the Lady on the Foundation of 166 On the same Occasion 169 170 Chapel , Westmoreland The Force of Prayer A Fact and an Imagination ...
... Leaf of Macpherson's Ossian 155 Vernal Ode 157 Ode to Lycoris 161 To the Same 163 Fidelity 164 To the Lady on the Foundation of 166 On the same Occasion 169 170 Chapel , Westmoreland The Force of Prayer A Fact and an Imagination ...
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... Leaves To the Daisy To the same Flower To a Sexton The Seven Sisters ; or The Solitude of Binnorie A Fragment Pilgrim's Dream ; The Star and the Glowworm Stray Pleasures To my Infant Daughter 273 275 277 278 279 281 283 284 286 290 290 ...
... Leaves To the Daisy To the same Flower To a Sexton The Seven Sisters ; or The Solitude of Binnorie A Fragment Pilgrim's Dream ; The Star and the Glowworm Stray Pleasures To my Infant Daughter 273 275 277 278 279 281 283 284 286 290 290 ...
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... seeing still , And seldom knowing that he sees , some straw , Some scattered leaf , or marks which , in one track , The nails of cart or chariot - wheel have left Impressed on the white road , -in the same line 32 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... seeing still , And seldom knowing that he sees , some straw , Some scattered leaf , or marks which , in one track , The nails of cart or chariot - wheel have left Impressed on the white road , -in the same line 32 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... leaves behind . But deem not this man useless . - Statesmen ! ye Who are so restless in your wisdom , ye Who have a broom still ready in your hands To rid the world of nuisances ; ye proud , Heart - swoll'n , while in your pride ye ...
... leaves behind . But deem not this man useless . - Statesmen ! ye Who are so restless in your wisdom , ye Who have a broom still ready in your hands To rid the world of nuisances ; ye proud , Heart - swoll'n , while in your pride ye ...
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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 207 - 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 192 - 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 xii - 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 Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday.
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...