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Page 6
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from
my sight , Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass , of
glory in the flower ; We will grieve not , rather find Strength in what remains
behind ...
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from
my sight , Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass , of
glory in the flower ; We will grieve not , rather find Strength in what remains
behind ...
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... saw it plainUpon the housetop , glittering bright , A broad and gilded vane .
Then did the boy his tongue unlock ; And thus 20 WORDSWORTH ' S POEMS .
... saw it plainUpon the housetop , glittering bright , A broad and gilded vane .
Then did the boy his tongue unlock ; And thus 20 WORDSWORTH ' S POEMS .
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... sigh through the leaves of a tree , THE SMALL CELANDINE , There is a flower ,
the lesser Celandine , That shrinks , like many more , from cold and rain ; And ,
the first moment that the sun may shine , Bright as the sun itself , ' tis out again !
... sigh through the leaves of a tree , THE SMALL CELANDINE , There is a flower ,
the lesser Celandine , That shrinks , like many more , from cold and rain ; And ,
the first moment that the sun may shine , Bright as the sun itself , ' tis out again !
Page 43
Yet did at length his loyalty of heart , And his pure native genius , lead him back
To wait upon the bright and gracious Muses , Whom he had early loved . And not
in vain Such course he held . Bologna ' s learned schools Were gladdened by ...
Yet did at length his loyalty of heart , And his pure native genius , lead him back
To wait upon the bright and gracious Muses , Whom he had early loved . And not
in vain Such course he held . Bologna ' s learned schools Were gladdened by ...
Page 44
The warrior will report Of wounds , and bright swords flashing in the field , And
blast of trumpets . He who hath been doomed To bow his forehead in the courts
of kings , Will tell of fraud and never - ceasing hate , WORDSWORTH ' S POEMS .
The warrior will report Of wounds , and bright swords flashing in the field , And
blast of trumpets . He who hath been doomed To bow his forehead in the courts
of kings , Will tell of fraud and never - ceasing hate , WORDSWORTH ' S POEMS .
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Page 1 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 128 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind...
Page 202 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Page 190 - 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.
Page 130 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude.
Page 14 - SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 177 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Page 4 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 27 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round"! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a...
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| Title | Poems, selected from the best eds, Volume 1 Miniature libr. of the poets Poems, selected from the best eds, William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) |
| Author | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) |
| Published | 1880 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 3 Aug 2006 |
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