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TO — LET other bards of angels sing , Bright suns without a spot ; But thou art no
such perfect thing ; Rejoice that thou art not ! Such if thou wert in all men ' s view ,
A universal show , What would my fancy have to do My feelings to bestow ?
TO — LET other bards of angels sing , Bright suns without a spot ; But thou art no
such perfect thing ; Rejoice that thou art not ! Such if thou wert in all men ' s view ,
A universal show , What would my fancy have to do My feelings to bestow ?
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... thou of still higher birth ? Thou that didst part the clouds of earth , My torpor to
reprove ! “ Bright boon of pitying heaven - alas ! I THE AFFECTIONS .
... thou of still higher birth ? Thou that didst part the clouds of earth , My torpor to
reprove ! “ Bright boon of pitying heaven - alas ! I THE AFFECTIONS .
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Bright boon of pitying heaven - alas ! I may not trust thy placid cheer ! Pondering
that time to - night will pass The threshold of another year ; For years to me are
sad and dull ; My very moments are too full Of hopelessness and fear . “ And yet ...
Bright boon of pitying heaven - alas ! I may not trust thy placid cheer ! Pondering
that time to - night will pass The threshold of another year ; For years to me are
sad and dull ; My very moments are too full Of hopelessness and fear . “ And yet ...
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... on a bright summer ' s day , Or sit in the shade of my grandfather ' s tree , A
stern face it puts on , as if ready to say , “ What ails you , that you must come
creeping to me ? " With our pastures about us , we could not be THE
AFFECTIONS . 91.
... on a bright summer ' s day , Or sit in the shade of my grandfather ' s tree , A
stern face it puts on , as if ready to say , “ What ails you , that you must come
creeping to me ? " With our pastures about us , we could not be THE
AFFECTIONS . 91.
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Dear baby ! I must lay thee down : Thou troublest me with strange alarms ; Smiles
hast thou , bright ones of thine own ; I cannot keep thee in my arms , By those
bewildering glances crossed In which the light of 98 WORDSWORTH ' S POEMS
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Dear baby ! I must lay thee down : Thou troublest me with strange alarms ; Smiles
hast thou , bright ones of thine own ; I cannot keep thee in my arms , By those
bewildering glances crossed In which the light of 98 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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