The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volumen5Little, Brown and Company, 1865 |
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... need were , Scatter the colors from the plumes that bear The emancipated captive through blithe air Into strange woods , where he at large may live VOL . V. 2 On best or worst which they and Nature give ? LIBERTY . 17.
... need were , Scatter the colors from the plumes that bear The emancipated captive through blithe air Into strange woods , where he at large may live VOL . V. 2 On best or worst which they and Nature give ? LIBERTY . 17.
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... bear witness From thy most secret haunts ; and ye Parterres , Which She is pleased and proud to call her cwn , Witness how oft upon my noble Friend Mute offerings , tribute from an inward sense Of admiration and respectful love , Have ...
... bear witness From thy most secret haunts ; and ye Parterres , Which She is pleased and proud to call her cwn , Witness how oft upon my noble Friend Mute offerings , tribute from an inward sense Of admiration and respectful love , Have ...
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... bear , Blended with praise of that parental love , Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew Pious and pure , modest and yet so brave , Though young so wise , though meek so resolute , - Might carry to the clouds and to the stars , Yea ...
... bear , Blended with praise of that parental love , Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew Pious and pure , modest and yet so brave , Though young so wise , though meek so resolute , - Might carry to the clouds and to the stars , Yea ...
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... bear ; And , if with all things not enwrought , That trouble still is near . Before her flight she had not dared Their constancy to prove ; Too much the heroic Daughter feared The weakness of their love . Dark is the past to them , and ...
... bear ; And , if with all things not enwrought , That trouble still is near . Before her flight she had not dared Their constancy to prove ; Too much the heroic Daughter feared The weakness of their love . Dark is the past to them , and ...
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... bear , and is a Maid for aye , To tell a story I will use my power ; Not that I may increase her honor's dower , For she herself is honor , and the root Of goodness , next her Son , our soul's best boot . III . O Mother Maid ! O Maid ...
... bear , and is a Maid for aye , To tell a story I will use my power ; Not that I may increase her honor's dower , For she herself is honor , and the root Of goodness , next her Son , our soul's best boot . III . O Mother Maid ! O Maid ...
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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...