Poetry, Sacred and Profane, Página 82Longmans & Company, 1851 - 341 páginas |
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Página ix
... night , " and " the rain fell in floods : " " but now the sun is rising , " " the birds are singing , " " the sky re- joices , " " " the grass is bright with rain - drops , " and " the hare is running races in her mirth . " Then ...
... night , " and " the rain fell in floods : " " but now the sun is rising , " " the birds are singing , " " the sky re- joices , " " " the grass is bright with rain - drops , " and " the hare is running races in her mirth . " Then ...
Página xxv
... night " would she go thither . observes the Poet , " for such a brain to hold Communion with a stirring child ! " " Sad case , " When born , none knew how this child was disposed of : some thought she " hanged " it on " the Thorn ...
... night " would she go thither . observes the Poet , " for such a brain to hold Communion with a stirring child ! " " Sad case , " When born , none knew how this child was disposed of : some thought she " hanged " it on " the Thorn ...
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... its beauteous head . Exposed to storms by day and night , This little graceful flower Assumes a garb of spotless white , And dares the boisterous hour . Relentless ills descending fast , Take vengeance on its birth B 3 5 THE SNOWDROP.
... its beauteous head . Exposed to storms by day and night , This little graceful flower Assumes a garb of spotless white , And dares the boisterous hour . Relentless ills descending fast , Take vengeance on its birth B 3 5 THE SNOWDROP.
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... night The form through which the spirit breathes . And man , but for the hallowing ray Of light that God Himself hath given , Would know not that a cloudless day Awaits his fleeting soul in heaven . THE SPARROW . To me shall be never ...
... night The form through which the spirit breathes . And man , but for the hallowing ray Of light that God Himself hath given , Would know not that a cloudless day Awaits his fleeting soul in heaven . THE SPARROW . To me shall be never ...
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... indeed you would not if you might , But this invitation to pass the first night You can at my dwelling , where I and my wife Will amply provide the good things of this life . Of eels * , at this moment , we have AN EPICUREAN ADDRESS . 31.
... indeed you would not if you might , But this invitation to pass the first night You can at my dwelling , where I and my wife Will amply provide the good things of this life . Of eels * , at this moment , we have AN EPICUREAN ADDRESS . 31.
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Términos y frases comunes
adorn aërial awhile beauty beneath bestow Betty Foy birds bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright calm charms coruscations coursers CUCKOO delight distant divine dost thou Dragonfly dwell earth Epicurean fair fancy feast feel flower fond fools believed gaze gentle glory glow grace green greet hail Harebell hath heart heaven heavenly hope hour idiot boy impart inspire Kilve kiss Kittens Lark light living loveliness LUCRETIUS lustre maid mind mirth morn musings Nature Nature's night o'er passion Peter Bell pilewort play playful pleasing pleasure Poet poetry praise pretty pride prize pure rapture rays reign rejoice rest scene shade shine sigh sight sing skies smile soft song SONNET soon soul sphere spirit Spring STANZAS steal stream sweet tears tell tender thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought thrush verse visions ween WESLEY CHAPEL wind wing wondering Wordsworth youth
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Página 334 - 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 307 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Página xix - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página ix - I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.
Página 339 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Página xix - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Página 20 - When he uttereth his Voice there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Página 190 - Padre del Ciel , dopo i perduti giorni , Dopo le notti vaneggiando spese' Con quel fero desio ch'al cor s'accese Mirando gli atti per mio mal sì adorni; Piacciati omai , col tuo lume ch'io torni Ad altra vita, ed a più belle imprese; Sì , ch...
Página 337 - She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...
Página 335 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!