The Poems of William Wordsworth, Volumen3Methuen, 1908 |
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... Kind ! Such happiness , wherever it be known , Is to be pitied ; for ' tis surely blind . But welcome fortitude , and patient cheer , And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights , or worse , as are before me here.- Not ...
... Kind ! Such happiness , wherever it be known , Is to be pitied ; for ' tis surely blind . But welcome fortitude , and patient cheer , And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights , or worse , as are before me here.- Not ...
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... kind , A power that never ceased to abide in him , Charity , ' mid the multitude of sins That she can cover , left not his exposed ΙΟ 20 20 30 To an unforgiving judgment from just Heaven . O , EPITAPHS AND ELEGIAC PIECES 21.
... kind , A power that never ceased to abide in him , Charity , ' mid the multitude of sins That she can cover , left not his exposed ΙΟ 20 20 30 To an unforgiving judgment from just Heaven . O , EPITAPHS AND ELEGIAC PIECES 21.
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... adorned , to thee Was given ( say rather thou of later birth Wert given to her ) a Sister - ' tis a word Timidly uttered , for she lives , the meek , 40 50 60 70 80 The self - restraining , and the ever - kind 66 22 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
... adorned , to thee Was given ( say rather thou of later birth Wert given to her ) a Sister - ' tis a word Timidly uttered , for she lives , the meek , 40 50 60 70 80 The self - restraining , and the ever - kind 66 22 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
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William Wordsworth Nowell Charles Smith. The self - restraining , and the ever - kind ; In whom thy reason and intelligent heart Found - for all interests , hopes , and tender cares , All softening , humanising , hallowing powers ...
William Wordsworth Nowell Charles Smith. The self - restraining , and the ever - kind ; In whom thy reason and intelligent heart Found - for all interests , hopes , and tender cares , All softening , humanising , hallowing powers ...
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... kind , And , even with something of a Mother's mind , And no unworthy aim , The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster - child , her Inmate Man , Forget the glories he hath known , And that imperial palace whence he came . VII ...
... kind , And , even with something of a Mother's mind , And no unworthy aim , The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster - child , her Inmate Man , Forget the glories he hath known , And that imperial palace whence he came . VII ...
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acknowledged law Alps amid aught beauty behold beneath breast breath bright calm cheerful clouds cottage dark dear deep delight doth earth evermore faith fancy fear feel fields flowers France Friend grace Grasmere grave green groves hand happy happy feet hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honour hope hour human labour less light living lonely look maternal bonds metre mind moorland mountains mused nature Nature's night o'er once pain passed passion peace pleased pleasure Poems Poet pure quiet rapture rill rocks round RYDAL MOUNT sate seemed shade side sight silent sleep smile smooth solitude song sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet tender thee things thou thoughts trees truth turned twas vale verse voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds woods words youth ΤΟ
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Página 29 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! IX.
Página 500 - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep : so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Página 30 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 41 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving...
Página 485 - The principal object, then, which I proposed to myself in these poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible, in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the.
Página 488 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear...
Página 31 - 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.
Página 28 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Página 314 - Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Página 295 - To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake ; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.