The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMacmillan, 1889 - 928 páginas |
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... Earth , February 1816 551 Feb. " Rest , rest , perturbed Earth ! 1816 1816 Ode composed in January 1816 552 Jan. When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch . 1816 1816 Ode 554 Who rises on the banks of Seine . 1816 1816 Feb. The ...
... Earth , February 1816 551 Feb. " Rest , rest , perturbed Earth ! 1816 1816 Ode composed in January 1816 552 Jan. When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch . 1816 1816 Ode 554 Who rises on the banks of Seine . 1816 1816 Feb. The ...
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... earth ! -All cannot be the promise is too fair For creatures doomed to breathe terrestrial air : Yet not for this will sober reason frown Upon that promise , nor the hope disown ; She knows that only from high aims ensue Rich guerdons ...
... earth ! -All cannot be the promise is too fair For creatures doomed to breathe terrestrial air : Yet not for this will sober reason frown Upon that promise , nor the hope disown ; She knows that only from high aims ensue Rich guerdons ...
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... earth , He turns his face to heaven . Osw . But why so violent Against this venerable Man ? Beg . I'll tell you : He has the very hardest heart on earth ; I had as lief turn to the Friar's school And knock for entrance , in mid holiday ...
... earth , He turns his face to heaven . Osw . But why so violent Against this venerable Man ? Beg . I'll tell you : He has the very hardest heart on earth ; I had as lief turn to the Friar's school And knock for entrance , in mid holiday ...
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... earth Yields , could not chuck his babe beneath the chin , And send it with a fillip to its grave . Osw . Nay , you leave me behind . Mar. That such a One , So pious in demeanour ! in his look So saintly and so pure ! Friend , -Hark'e ...
... earth Yields , could not chuck his babe beneath the chin , And send it with a fillip to its grave . Osw . Nay , you leave me behind . Mar. That such a One , So pious in demeanour ! in his look So saintly and so pure ! Friend , -Hark'e ...
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... earth - and more And higher far than lies within earth's bounds : Therefore I bless her : when I think of Man , I bless her with sad spirit , -when of God , I bless her in the fulness of my joy ! Mar. The name of daughter in his mouth ...
... earth - and more And higher far than lies within earth's bounds : Therefore I bless her : when I think of Man , I bless her with sad spirit , -when of God , I bless her in the fulness of my joy ! Mar. The name of daughter in his mouth ...
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Página 177 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. 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...
Página 90 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature, and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 356 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Página 111 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 90 - Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then — The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by — To me was all in all — I cannot paint 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, or any interest...
Página 167 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 355 - Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' humorous stage With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among...
Página 356 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Página 355 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness" of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou...
Página 356 - Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a newborn day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.