The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen6Edward Moxon, 1837 |
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... Beneath the shelter of these clustering elms . We were tried Friends : amid a pleasant vale , In the antique market - village where were passed My school - days , an apartment he had owned , To which at intervals the Wanderer drew , And ...
... Beneath the shelter of these clustering elms . We were tried Friends : amid a pleasant vale , In the antique market - village where were passed My school - days , an apartment he had owned , To which at intervals the Wanderer drew , And ...
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... beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy . The clouds were touched , And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form All ...
... beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy . The clouds were touched , And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form All ...
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... beneath this lowly roof . She was a Woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love ; Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed , as if to make ...
... beneath this lowly roof . She was a Woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love ; Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed , as if to make ...
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... beneath these trees , ' Made my heart bleed . " " At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest noon . At this still season of repose and peace , This hour when all ...
... beneath these trees , ' Made my heart bleed . " " At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest noon . At this still season of repose and peace , This hour when all ...
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... To take a farewell of me ; for he feared That I should follow with my babes , and sink Beneath the misery of that wandering life . ' This tale did Margaret tell with many tears : And , when she ended , I had little power THE WANDERER . 27.
... To take a farewell of me ; for he feared That I should follow with my babes , and sink Beneath the misery of that wandering life . ' This tale did Margaret tell with many tears : And , when she ended , I had little power THE WANDERER . 27.
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth. A New Edition, Volumen6 William Wordsworth Vista completa - 1837 |
Términos y frases comunes
age to age aught beauty behold beneath breath bright calm CHARLES LAMB cheerful clouds cottage course dark dead death delight doth dwell earth epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields firmament of heaven flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JAMES MACKINTOSH labour less light living lofty lonely look mind mortal mountain muse nature nature's o'er pains passed Pastor peace pensive pity pleasure praise pure rest rill rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage nations seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude sorrow soul sound spake spirit spot stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turned vale Vicar virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Página 372 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 156 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Página xi - On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of imagery before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed ; And I am conscious of affecting thoughts And dear remembrances, whose presence soothes Or elevates the Mind, intent to weigh The good and evil of our mortal state.
Página 102 - Turned inward, — to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed; and Life was put To inquisition, long and profitless! By pain of heart — now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual Power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
Página xiii - A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day. — I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation...
Página 155 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 37 - I passed, did to my heart convey So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, and looked so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind, That what we feel of sorrow and despair From ruin and from change, and all the grief The passing shows of Being leave behind, Appeared an idle dream, that could not live 112 Where meditation was. I turned away, And walked along my road in happiness.
Página 7 - ... was known. And some small portion of his eloquent speech, And something that may serve to set in view The feeling pleasures of his loneliness...
Página 139 - Presented sacrifice to moon and stars, And to the winds and mother elements, And the whole circle of the heavens, for him A sensitive existence, and a God, With lifted hands invoked, and songs of praise...
Página 157 - With the loud streams : and often, at the hour When issue forth the first pale stars, is heard, Within the circuit of this fabric huge, One voice — the solitary raven, flying Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome, Unseen, perchance above the power of sight— An iron knell ! with echoes from afar Faint — and still fainter...