The poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... Pass POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . She was a Phantom of delight . O Nightingale ! thou surely art Three years she grew in sun and shower A slumber did my spirit seal I wandered lonely as a cloud 112 It is no Spirit who from heaven hath ...
... Pass POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . She was a Phantom of delight . O Nightingale ! thou surely art Three years she grew in sun and shower A slumber did my spirit seal I wandered lonely as a cloud 112 It is no Spirit who from heaven hath ...
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... Pass of Killicranky The Matron of Jedborough and her Hus- 173 band 175 176 176 177 177 178 178 · 174 · · 175 The Blind Highland Boy ' 179 .. 179 · 175 183 182 Effusion , in the Pleasure - ground on the banks of the Bran , near Dunkeld ...
... Pass of Killicranky The Matron of Jedborough and her Hus- 173 band 175 176 176 177 177 178 178 · 174 · · 175 The Blind Highland Boy ' 179 .. 179 · 175 183 182 Effusion , in the Pleasure - ground on the banks of the Bran , near Dunkeld ...
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... Pass of St Gothard Fort Fuentes 206 • 206 Incident at Brugès After visiting the Field of Waterloo • 202 203 The ... Pass Stanzas , composed in the Simplon Pass Echo , upon the Gemmi 209 209 210 210 211 Composed in One of the Catholic Can ...
... Pass of St Gothard Fort Fuentes 206 • 206 Incident at Brugès After visiting the Field of Waterloo • 202 203 The ... Pass Stanzas , composed in the Simplon Pass Echo , upon the Gemmi 209 209 210 210 211 Composed in One of the Catholic Can ...
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... pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal IN ANTICIPATION OF LEAVING SCHOOL . DEAR native regions , I foretell , From what I feel at this farewell , That , wheresoe'er my steps may tend ...
... pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal IN ANTICIPATION OF LEAVING SCHOOL . DEAR native regions , I foretell , From what I feel at this farewell , That , wheresoe'er my steps may tend ...
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... pass , Or playing wanton with the floating grass . She , in a mother's care , her beauty's pride Forgetting , calls the wearied to her side ; Alternately they mount her back , and rest Close by her mantling wings ' embraces prest . Long ...
... pass , Or playing wanton with the floating grass . She , in a mother's care , her beauty's pride Forgetting , calls the wearied to her side ; Alternately they mount her back , and rest Close by her mantling wings ' embraces prest . Long ...
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Page 353 - 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 123 - 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 123 - 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 354 - 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 123 - 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 453 - 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 354 - 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 60 - 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 60 - 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 541 - 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.