The poetical works of William WordsworthE. Moxon, Son, 1882 |
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... Grave . " A famous man is Robin Hood , " Stepping Westward . " What , you are stepping westward ? " 467 Glen - Almain ; or , the Narrow Glen . " In this still place , " . 467 To a Highland Girl at Inversnaid . " Sweet Highland Girl ...
... Grave . " A famous man is Robin Hood , " Stepping Westward . " What , you are stepping westward ? " 467 Glen - Almain ; or , the Narrow Glen . " In this still place , " . 467 To a Highland Girl at Inversnaid . " Sweet Highland Girl ...
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... grave looks , too thoughtful for my years . As I grew up , it was my best delight To be his chosen comrade . Many a time , On holidays , we wandered through the woods , A pair of random travellers , we sate- We walked ; he pleased me ...
... grave looks , too thoughtful for my years . As I grew up , it was my best delight To be his chosen comrade . Many a time , On holidays , we wandered through the woods , A pair of random travellers , we sate- We walked ; he pleased me ...
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... grave , unthought of . Strongest minds Are often those of whom the noisy world Hears least ; else surely this Man had not left His graces unrevealed and unproclaimed . But , as the mind was filled with inward light , So not without ...
... grave , unthought of . Strongest minds Are often those of whom the noisy world Hears least ; else surely this Man had not left His graces unrevealed and unproclaimed . But , as the mind was filled with inward light , So not without ...
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... grave . So was He framed ; and such his course of life Who now , with no appendage but a staff , The prized memorial of relinquished toils , Upon that cottage - bench reposed his limbs , Screened from the sun . Supine the Wanderer lay ...
... grave . So was He framed ; and such his course of life Who now , with no appendage but a staff , The prized memorial of relinquished toils , Upon that cottage - bench reposed his limbs , Screened from the sun . Supine the Wanderer lay ...
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... grave . I speak , " continued he , " of One whose stock Of virtues bloomed beneath this lowly roof . She was a Woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love ; Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own ...
... grave . I speak , " continued he , " of One whose stock Of virtues bloomed beneath this lowly roof . She was a Woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love ; Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own ...
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Page 497 - 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 427 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity . The gentleness of heaven is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 470 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 470 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I...
Page 497 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood...
Page 431 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 360 - 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 waylay.
Page 496 - In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by...
Page 421 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a Light to guide, a Rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free; And calmstthe weary strife of frail humanity!
Page 494 - 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.