The poetical works of William WordsworthMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 448 pages |
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... heart Lowly ; for he was meek in gratitude , Oft as he called those ecstacies to mind , And whence they flowed ; and from them he acquired Wisdom , which works thro ' patience ; thence he learned In many a calmer hour of sober thought ...
... heart Lowly ; for he was meek in gratitude , Oft as he called those ecstacies to mind , And whence they flowed ; and from them he acquired Wisdom , which works thro ' patience ; thence he learned In many a calmer hour of sober thought ...
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... hearts Foreboding evil . From his native hills He wandered far ; much did he see of men , Their manners , their enjoyments , and pursuits , Their passions and their feelings ; chiefly those Essential and eternal in the heart , That ...
... hearts Foreboding evil . From his native hills He wandered far ; much did he see of men , Their manners , their enjoyments , and pursuits , Their passions and their feelings ; chiefly those Essential and eternal in the heart , That ...
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... heart , recalling former days When I could never pass that road but she , Who lived within these walls , at my approach , A daughter's welcome gave me , and I loved her As my own child . Oh , Sir ! the good die first , And they whose hearts ...
... heart , recalling former days When I could never pass that road but she , Who lived within these walls , at my approach , A daughter's welcome gave me , and I loved her As my own child . Oh , Sir ! the good die first , And they whose hearts ...
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William Wordsworth. This happy Land was stricken to the heart ! A Wanderer then among the cottages , I , with my freight of winter raiment , saw The ... heart bleed . ' ' . At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking 24 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
William Wordsworth. This happy Land was stricken to the heart ! A Wanderer then among the cottages , I , with my freight of winter raiment , saw The ... heart bleed . ' ' . At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking 24 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... heart , Nor had I power to answer ere she told That he had disappeared - not two months gone . He left the house : two wretched days had past , And on the third , as wistfully she raised Her head from off her pillow , to look forth ...
... heart , Nor had I power to answer ere she told That he had disappeared - not two months gone . He left the house : two wretched days had past , And on the third , as wistfully she raised Her head from off her pillow , to look forth ...
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Page 355 - 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. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 398 - The eye, it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. " Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Page 11 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Page 420 - 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 394 - These beauteous forms. Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Page 355 - I saw her upon nearer view, A spirit yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
Page 396 - 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...
Page 436 - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and Man's unconquerable mind V.
Page 350 - 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. — And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of jocund din!
Page 426 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare Ships, towers, domes, theatres. and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...