The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volumen5Little, Brown and Company, 1865 |
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... heaven , Such name Italian fancy would have given , Ere on its banks the few gray cabins rose That yet disturb not its concealed repose More than the feeblest wind that idly blows . Ah , Beaumont ! when an opening in the road Stopped me ...
... heaven , Such name Italian fancy would have given , Ere on its banks the few gray cabins rose That yet disturb not its concealed repose More than the feeblest wind that idly blows . Ah , Beaumont ! when an opening in the road Stopped me ...
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... Heaven in pity visiting the place . Not unadvisedly those secret springs I leave unsearched : enough that memory clings , Here as elsewhere , to notices that make Their own significance for hearts awake , To rural incidents , whose ...
... Heaven in pity visiting the place . Not unadvisedly those secret springs I leave unsearched : enough that memory clings , Here as elsewhere , to notices that make Their own significance for hearts awake , To rural incidents , whose ...
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... Heaven's favor happily fulfilled , - Save hope that we , yet bound to Earth , may share The joys of the Departed , -what so fair As blameless pleasure , not without some tears , Reviewed through Love's transparent veil of years ? here a ...
... Heaven's favor happily fulfilled , - Save hope that we , yet bound to Earth , may share The joys of the Departed , -what so fair As blameless pleasure , not without some tears , Reviewed through Love's transparent veil of years ? here a ...
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... heaven's gate she sings ; The roving bee proclaims aloud Her flight by vocal wings ; While ye , in lasting durance pent , Your silent lives employ For something more than dull content , Though haply less than joy . Yet might your glassy ...
... heaven's gate she sings ; The roving bee proclaims aloud Her flight by vocal wings ; While ye , in lasting durance pent , Your silent lives employ For something more than dull content , Though haply less than joy . Yet might your glassy ...
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... heaven allied , When , like essential forms of light , Ye mingle , or divide . For day - dreams soft as e'er beguiled Day - thoughts while limbs repose ; For moonlight fascinations mild , Your gift , ere shutters close , - Accept , mute ...
... heaven allied , When , like essential forms of light , Ye mingle , or divide . For day - dreams soft as e'er beguiled Day - thoughts while limbs repose ; For moonlight fascinations mild , Your gift , ere shutters close , - Accept , mute ...
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Página 178 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Página 180 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 179 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Página 178 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 183 - 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.
Página 219 - ... the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
Página 289 - As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs: they on the trading flood Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape Ply, stemming nightly toward the pole: so seemed Far off the flying fiend.
Página 178 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,— No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 194 - Accordingly, such a language, arising out of repeated experience and regular feelings, is a more permanent, and a far more philosophical language, than that which is frequently substituted for it by Poets...
Página 307 - Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me...