Select Poems of William Wordsworth: Edited, with NotesHarper & Brothers, 1889 - 258 páginas |
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... thee . O wind , that o'er my head art flying The way my friends their course did bend , I should not feel the pain of dying , Could I with thee a message send ! Too soon , my friends , ye went away ; For I had many things to say . I'll ...
... thee . O wind , that o'er my head art flying The way my friends their course did bend , I should not feel the pain of dying , Could I with thee a message send ! Too soon , my friends , ye went away ; For I had many things to say . I'll ...
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... thee close to me , With happy heart I then would die , And my last thought would happy be ; But thou , dear babe , art far away , Nor shall I see another day . 60 70 LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVIS- ITING THE ...
... thee close to me , With happy heart I then would die , And my last thought would happy be ; But thou , dear babe , art far away , Nor shall I see another day . 60 70 LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVIS- ITING THE ...
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... amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight , when the fretful stir Unprofitable and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— 59 50 40 How oft in spirit have I turned to thee , 52 SELECT POEMS OF WORDSWORTH .
... amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight , when the fretful stir Unprofitable and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— 59 50 40 How oft in spirit have I turned to thee , 52 SELECT POEMS OF WORDSWORTH .
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... thee , O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity , The ...
... thee , O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity , The ...
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... O , yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear sister ! and this prayer I make , Knowing that Nature never did betray مو 100 110 120 The heart that loved her : ' t is her 54 SELECT POEMS OF WORDSWORTH .
... O , yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear sister ! and this prayer I make , Knowing that Nature never did betray مو 100 110 120 The heart that loved her : ' t is her 54 SELECT POEMS OF WORDSWORTH .
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Página 59 - 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 112 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Página 188 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 125 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Página 128 - 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 122 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Página 90 - Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Página 124 - 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, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Página 55 - For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Página 128 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...