Poems of WordsworthGeorge Newnes, Limited, 1904 - 639 pages |
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... Beneath the church - yard tree . " " You run about , my little Maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the church - yard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen POEMS REFERRING TO CHILDHOOD I I.
... Beneath the church - yard tree . " " You run about , my little Maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the church - yard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen POEMS REFERRING TO CHILDHOOD I I.
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... Beneath a rock , upon the grass , Two boys are sitting in the sun ; Their work , if any work they have , Is out of mind , or done . On pipes of sycamore they play The fragments of a Christmas hymn ; Or with that plant which in our dale ...
... Beneath a rock , upon the grass , Two boys are sitting in the sun ; Their work , if any work they have , Is out of mind , or done . On pipes of sycamore they play The fragments of a Christmas hymn ; Or with that plant which in our dale ...
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... beneath the eaves Of his old cottage , as it chanced that day Employed in winter's work . Upon the stone His wife sate near him , teasing matted wool , While , from the twin cards toothed with glittering wire , He fed the spindle of his ...
... beneath the eaves Of his old cottage , as it chanced that day Employed in winter's work . Upon the stone His wife sate near him , teasing matted wool , While , from the twin cards toothed with glittering wire , He fed the spindle of his ...
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... Beneath a shed that over - arched the gate Of this rude church - yard , till the stars appeared The good man might have communed with himself , But that the stranger , who had left the grave , Approached ; he recognised the priest at ...
... Beneath a shed that over - arched the gate Of this rude church - yard , till the stars appeared The good man might have communed with himself , But that the stranger , who had left the grave , Approached ; he recognised the priest at ...
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... Beneath yon ridge , the last of those three graves ? It touches on that piece of native rock Left in the church - yard wall . Priest . That's Walter Ewbank . He had as white a head and fresh a cheek As ever were produced by youth and ...
... Beneath yon ridge , the last of those three graves ? It touches on that piece of native rock Left in the church - yard wall . Priest . That's Walter Ewbank . He had as white a head and fresh a cheek As ever were produced by youth and ...
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Page 196 - 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' the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 108 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. " A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal...
Page 100 - 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...
Page 200 - COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE 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...
Page 144 - Five years have past ; five summers, with the length Of five long winters ! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view...
Page 145 - 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 109 - That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company:...
Page 105 - 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 546 - The invisible world, doth greatness make abode, There harbours ; whether we be young or old, Our destiny, our being's heart and home, Is with infinitude, and only there ; With hope it is, hope that can never die. Effort, and expectation, and desire, And something evermore about to be.
Page 594 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only ; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power ; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.