The poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... fields , 161 bright How clear , how keen , how marvellously Composed during a Storm To a Snow - drop To the Lady Mary Lowther · Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein Brook ! whose society the Poet seeks , Composed on the Banks of a ...
... fields , 161 bright How clear , how keen , how marvellously Composed during a Storm To a Snow - drop To the Lady Mary Lowther · Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein Brook ! whose society the Poet seeks , Composed on the Banks of a ...
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... fields his steps are led , An unknown power connects him with the dead : For images of other worlds are there ; Awful the light , and holy is the air . Fitfully , and in flashes , through his soul , Like sun - lit tempests , troubled ...
... fields his steps are led , An unknown power connects him with the dead : For images of other worlds are there ; Awful the light , and holy is the air . Fitfully , and in flashes , through his soul , Like sun - lit tempests , troubled ...
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... fields : Five streams of ice amid her cots descend , And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend ; - A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever - vernal plains ; Here all the seasons revel hand in ...
... fields : Five streams of ice amid her cots descend , And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend ; - A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever - vernal plains ; Here all the seasons revel hand in ...
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... fields ravaged , young and old Driven out in troops to want and nakedness ; Then grasp our swords and rush upon a cure That flatters us , because it asks not thought : The deeper malady is better hid ; The world is poisoned at the heart ...
... fields ravaged , young and old Driven out in troops to want and nakedness ; Then grasp our swords and rush upon a cure That flatters us , because it asks not thought : The deeper malady is better hid ; The world is poisoned at the heart ...
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... fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage - windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : happy ...
... fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was set , and , visible for many a mile , The cottage - windows through the twilight blazed , I heeded not the summons : happy ...
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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.