With Wordsworth in England: Being a Selection of the Poems and Letters of William Wordsworth which Have to Do with English Scenery and English Life |
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... sweet tears ; And love , and thought , and joy . 1 " Emmeline " is often substituted for the real Dorothy , in the poet's verses . The high terrace of the end of the Cockermouth garden was a favorite playground of the two children , and ...
... sweet tears ; And love , and thought , and joy . 1 " Emmeline " is often substituted for the real Dorothy , in the poet's verses . The high terrace of the end of the Cockermouth garden was a favorite playground of the two children , and ...
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... sweet sensations that throw back our life , And almost make remotest infancy A visible scene , on which the sun is shining ? One end at least hath been attained ; my mind Hath been revived , and if this genial mood Desert me not ...
... sweet sensations that throw back our life , And almost make remotest infancy A visible scene , on which the sun is shining ? One end at least hath been attained ; my mind Hath been revived , and if this genial mood Desert me not ...
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... and touched the jutting pier , I did not step into the well - known boat Without a cordial greeting . Thence with speed Up the familiar hill I took my way Towards that sweet Valley where I had been reared ; 4 [ 49 ] THE YEARS 1770 TO 1795.
... and touched the jutting pier , I did not step into the well - known boat Without a cordial greeting . Thence with speed Up the familiar hill I took my way Towards that sweet Valley where I had been reared ; 4 [ 49 ] THE YEARS 1770 TO 1795.
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... sweet Valley where I had been reared ; " T was but a short hour's walk , ere veering round I saw the snow - white church upon her hill Sit like a throned Lady , sending out A gracious look all over her domain . Yon azure smoke betrays ...
... sweet Valley where I had been reared ; " T was but a short hour's walk , ere veering round I saw the snow - white church upon her hill Sit like a throned Lady , sending out A gracious look all over her domain . Yon azure smoke betrays ...
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... sweets A prelibation to the mower's scythe . A gracious spirit o'er this earth presides , And o'er the heart of man ; invisibly It comes , to works of unreproved delight , And tendency benign , directing those Who care not , know not ...
... sweets A prelibation to the mower's scythe . A gracious spirit o'er this earth presides , And o'er the heart of man ; invisibly It comes , to works of unreproved delight , And tendency benign , directing those Who care not , know not ...
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Page 162 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 107 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Page 104 - Is lightened — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 185 - Ah ! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream...
Page 91 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 195 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 238 - 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...
Page 235 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 99 - THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! — many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
Page 103 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.