The poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... Fathers 54 49 Part II . • 54 The Brothers Artegal and Elidure . 60 56 Lament of Mary Queen of Scots , on the Eve of ... Father 64 The Emigrant Mother 64 Vaudracour and Julia 71 71 64 The Idiot Boy . 74 64 Michael . A Pastoral Poem 77 64 ...
... Fathers 54 49 Part II . • 54 The Brothers Artegal and Elidure . 60 56 Lament of Mary Queen of Scots , on the Eve of ... Father 64 The Emigrant Mother 64 Vaudracour and Julia 71 71 64 The Idiot Boy . 74 64 Michael . A Pastoral Poem 77 64 ...
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... Father " Make me as one of thy hired servants . " If we transfer this conception from the region of morals or religion to that of poetry , and imagine the poetic son of Father Apollo , overwhelmed with the privileges and heights of ...
... Father " Make me as one of thy hired servants . " If we transfer this conception from the region of morals or religion to that of poetry , and imagine the poetic son of Father Apollo , overwhelmed with the privileges and heights of ...
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... father taught , I read , and loved the books in which I read ; For books in every neighbouring house I sought , And ... father's substance fell into decay : We toiled and struggled , hoping for a day When Fortune might put on a kinder ...
... father taught , I read , and loved the books in which I read ; For books in every neighbouring house I sought , And ... father's substance fell into decay : We toiled and struggled , hoping for a day When Fortune might put on a kinder ...
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... father ! gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help ; and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Nor was I then for toil or service fit : My deep - drawn sighs ...
... father ! gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help ; and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Nor was I then for toil or service fit : My deep - drawn sighs ...
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... father's door , Though loth to be a burthen on his age . But sickness stopped me in an early stage They placed me - there to end life's pilgrimage , Of my sad journey ; and within the wain For I shall never see my father's door again ...
... father's door , Though loth to be a burthen on his age . But sickness stopped me in an early stage They placed me - there to end life's pilgrimage , Of my sad journey ; and within the wain For I shall never see my father's door again ...
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Page 351 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; 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...
Page 121 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 121 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
Page 352 - And unto this he frames his song; Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage...
Page 121 - 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 451 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 352 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 58 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 58 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Page 539 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.