The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1854 - English poetry |
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... , bosoms , nooks , and bays , And the pure mountains , and the gentle Tweed , And the green , silent pastures , yet remain . XIII . YARROW UNVISITED . See the various Poems the 28 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . Sonnet, composed at Castle.
... , bosoms , nooks , and bays , And the pure mountains , and the gentle Tweed , And the green , silent pastures , yet remain . XIII . YARROW UNVISITED . See the various Poems the 28 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION . Sonnet, composed at Castle.
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... high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone ; our peace , our fearful innocence , And pure religion breathing household laws . XIV . LONDON , 1802 . MILTON ! thou shouldst 72 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
... high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone ; our peace , our fearful innocence , And pure religion breathing household laws . XIV . LONDON , 1802 . MILTON ! thou shouldst 72 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
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... Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way , In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . XV . GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And ...
... Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's common way , In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay . XV . GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And ...
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... pure . - - Have we not known , —and live we not to tell , That Justice seemed to hear her final knell ? Faith buried deeper in her own deep breast Her stores , and sighed to find them insecure ! And Hope was maddened by the drops that ...
... pure . - - Have we not known , —and live we not to tell , That Justice seemed to hear her final knell ? Faith buried deeper in her own deep breast Her stores , and sighed to find them insecure ! And Hope was maddened by the drops that ...
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... pure sight all virtue doth succeed . XX . CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate , Who never did to Fortune bend the knee ; Who slighted fear ; rejected steadfastly Temptation ; and whose kingly name and state Have " perished by his ...
... pure sight all virtue doth succeed . XX . CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate , Who never did to Fortune bend the knee ; Who slighted fear ; rejected steadfastly Temptation ; and whose kingly name and state Have " perished by his ...
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Page 19 - 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; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 71 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea, One of the mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty...
Page 74 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung...
Page 31 - Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Page 74 - That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Page 270 - For, backward, Duddon, as I cast my eyes, I see what was, and is, and will abide ; Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ,' The Form remains, the Function never dies...
Page 73 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 73 - GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom — better none : The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend : They knew how genuine glory was put on ; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour : what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness.
Page 77 - While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, Men unto whom sufficient for the day And minds not stinted or untilled are given, Sound, healthy, children of the God of heaven, Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. What do we gather hence but firmer faith That every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath...
Page 69 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...