A Selection from the Works of William Wordsworth, Poet LaureateEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - 279 pages |
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... hours for me , thy face Turn from me , gentle Love ! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice , nor know Such ... hour , Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss ? —That thought's return Was the worst pang ...
... hours for me , thy face Turn from me , gentle Love ! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice , nor know Such ... hour , Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss ? —That thought's return Was the worst pang ...
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... hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; Some steady love ; some brief delight ; Some memory that had taken flight ; Some chime of fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention . If stately passions in me burn , And ...
... hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; Some steady love ; some brief delight ; Some memory that had taken flight ; Some chime of fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention . If stately passions in me burn , And ...
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... hours , Is in the grass beneath , that grows Unheeded , and the mute repose Of sweetly - breathing flowers . 1829 XVII So fair , so sweet , withal so sensitive , Would that the little Flowers were born to live , Conscious of half the ...
... hours , Is in the grass beneath , that grows Unheeded , and the mute repose Of sweetly - breathing flowers . 1829 XVII So fair , so sweet , withal so sensitive , Would that the little Flowers were born to live , Conscious of half the ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... hours , And are up - gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , 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 ...
... hours , And are up - gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , 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 ...
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Page 1 - 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 52 - 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 broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Page 215 - Among the farthest Hebrides. 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 today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 276 - 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 76 - Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, 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...
Page 3 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Page 6 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page 9 - Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour...
Page 6 - Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Page 167 - WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold...