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Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old ,
unhappy , far - off things , And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay ,
Familiar matter of to - day ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been ...
Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old ,
unhappy , far - off things , And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay ,
Familiar matter of to - day ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been ...
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Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does she repeat that doleful cry ? ” “ I
cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you ' d gladly
view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The Heap that ' s like an infant ' s ...
Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does she repeat that doleful cry ? ” “ I
cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you ' d gladly
view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The Heap that ' s like an infant ' s ...
Página 40
Nay , rack your brain — ' tis all in vain , I ' ll tell you every thing I know ; But to the
Thorn , and to the Pond Which is a little step beyond , I wish that you would go :
Perhaps , when you are at the place , You something of her tale may trace .
Nay , rack your brain — ' tis all in vain , I ' ll tell you every thing I know ; But to the
Thorn , and to the Pond Which is a little step beyond , I wish that you would go :
Perhaps , when you are at the place , You something of her tale may trace .
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No more I know , I wish I did , And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of
this poor child There ' s none that ever knew : And if a child was born or no ,
There ' s no one that could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , There ' s no
one ...
No more I know , I wish I did , And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of
this poor child There ' s none that ever knew : And if a child was born or no ,
There ' s no one that could ever tell ; And if ' twas born alive or dead , There ' s no
one ...
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... of the neighbourhood of Loch Ketterine , in order to prove the extraordinary
length of their Hero ' s arm , tell you that “ he could garter his Tartan Stockings
below the knee when standing upright . ” According to their account he was a ...
... of the neighbourhood of Loch Ketterine , in order to prove the extraordinary
length of their Hero ' s arm , tell you that “ he could garter his Tartan Stockings
below the knee when standing upright . ” According to their account he was a ...
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Página 212 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour ; .England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 355 - 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...
Página 191 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 338 - Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream...
Página 381 - In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs: in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Página 105 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect.
Página 80 - Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Página 30 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 354 - 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 352 - Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems, Volumen2 Poems, Dorothy Wordsworth |
| Autor | William Wordsworth |
| Editor | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 17 Jul. 2007 |
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