The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... mortal life , - --- The paths which we had trod - these fountains - flowers ; My new - planned Cities , and unfinished Towers . But should suspense permit the Foe to cry , " Behold they tremble ! -- haughty their array , Yet of their ...
... mortal life , - --- The paths which we had trod - these fountains - flowers ; My new - planned Cities , and unfinished Towers . But should suspense permit the Foe to cry , " Behold they tremble ! -- haughty their array , Yet of their ...
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... mortal yearning to ascend Towards a higher object.- Love was given , Encouraged , sanctioned , chiefly for that end : For this the passion to excess was driven — That self might be annulled ; her bondage prove The fetters of a dream ...
... mortal yearning to ascend Towards a higher object.- Love was given , Encouraged , sanctioned , chiefly for that end : For this the passion to excess was driven — That self might be annulled ; her bondage prove The fetters of a dream ...
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William Wordsworth. Yet tears to human suffering are due ; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man , and not by man alone , As fondly he believes . Upon the side - Of Hellespont ( such faith was entertained ) A knot ...
William Wordsworth. Yet tears to human suffering are due ; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man , and not by man alone , As fondly he believes . Upon the side - Of Hellespont ( such faith was entertained ) A knot ...
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... Mortal ever knew ; Nay if a Child to her was born - No earthly tongue could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , Far less could this with proof be said ; But some remember well , That Martha Ray about this time Would up the ...
... Mortal ever knew ; Nay if a Child to her was born - No earthly tongue could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , Far less could this with proof be said ; But some remember well , That Martha Ray about this time Would up the ...
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... mortal Life ? Hear not we , unthinking Creatures ! Slaves of Folly , Love , or Strife , Voices of two different Natures ? Have not We too ? —yes , we have Answers , and we know not whence ; Echoes from beyond the grave , Recognized ...
... mortal Life ? Hear not we , unthinking Creatures ! Slaves of Folly , Love , or Strife , Voices of two different Natures ? Have not We too ? —yes , we have Answers , and we know not whence ; Echoes from beyond the grave , Recognized ...
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Page 60 - 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 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 64 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 356 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Page 289 - 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.
Page 182 - What then I was. 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, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Page 47 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Page 268 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Page 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...