The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 - English poetry |
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... living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay ; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed . But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale , Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! - and ...
... living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay ; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed . But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale , Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! - and ...
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... living ground , Save He who came as rightful Heir To Egremont's Domains and Castle fair . Heirs from ages without record Had the House of Lucie born , Who of right had claim'd the Lordship By the proof upon the Horn : Each at the ...
... living ground , Save He who came as rightful Heir To Egremont's Domains and Castle fair . Heirs from ages without record Had the House of Lucie born , Who of right had claim'd the Lordship By the proof upon the Horn : Each at the ...
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... living House still left in thee ! " " Fear not , " quickly answered Hubert ; " As I am thy Father's son , What thou askest , noble Brother , With God's favour shall be done . " So were both right well content : From the Castle forth ...
... living House still left in thee ! " " Fear not , " quickly answered Hubert ; " As I am thy Father's son , What thou askest , noble Brother , With God's favour shall be done . " So were both right well content : From the Castle forth ...
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... Living Man , it must be he ! Thus Hubert thought in his dismay , And by a Postern - gate he slunk away . Long , and long was he unheard of : To his Brother then he came , Made confession , asked forgiveness , Asked it by a Brother's ...
... Living Man , it must be he ! Thus Hubert thought in his dismay , And by a Postern - gate he slunk away . Long , and long was he unheard of : To his Brother then he came , Made confession , asked forgiveness , Asked it by a Brother's ...
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... living ; when her breath Quickens , as now , the withered heath ; Nor flaunting Summer - - when he throws His soul into the briar - rose ; Or calls the lily from her sleep Prolonged beneath the bordering deep ; Nor Autumn , when the ...
... living ; when her breath Quickens , as now , the withered heath ; Nor flaunting Summer - - when he throws His soul into the briar - rose ; Or calls the lily from her sleep Prolonged beneath the bordering deep ; Nor Autumn , when the ...
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behold beneath Benjamin Bird bower breast breath breeze bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk calm cheer Clifford clouds Countess of Pembroke Creature cried dance dead deep delight doth dwell earth fair fear flowers gentle gladness gleams Glow-worms Goody Blake Grasmere green happy Harry Gill hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hither horse hour LENOX LIBRARY light living LOCH LOMOND lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Martha Ray moon morning mountain mournfully murmur never night o'er oh misery Peter Bell pleasure poor rills river Swale rocks round RYDAL MOUNT shade Shepherd side sight silent sing sits solitary song soul sound spirit spot spread stars stir stone stood stream sweet thee There's thine thing Thorn Thou art thoughts Threlkeld Tower trees turned Twas vale voice Waggon wandering weary ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow
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Page 132 - 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 274 - 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 Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold ON...
Page 270 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, . In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened...
Page 135 - 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 200 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 122 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Page 117 - 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 175 - 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 272 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 137 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.