The Poetical Works of WordsworthJ. W. Lovell Company, 1881 - 707 páginas |
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... happy child , The echoes of your rocks my carols wild : The spirit sought not then , in cherished sadness , A cloudy substitute for failing gladness . In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright , The sun at morning , and the stars ...
... happy child , The echoes of your rocks my carols wild : The spirit sought not then , in cherished sadness , A cloudy substitute for failing gladness . In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright , The sun at morning , and the stars ...
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... happy wisdom , meditating good , Beholds , of all from her high powers re- quired , Much done , and much designed , and more desired , - Harmonious thoughts , a soul by truth re- fined , Entire affection for all human kind . Dear Brook ...
... happy wisdom , meditating good , Beholds , of all from her high powers re- quired , Much done , and much designed , and more desired , - Harmonious thoughts , a soul by truth re- fined , Entire affection for all human kind . Dear Brook ...
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William Wordsworth. Where we , my Friend , to happy days shall rise , ' Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death . But now the clear bright ...
William Wordsworth. Where we , my Friend , to happy days shall rise , ' Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs ( For sighs will ever trouble human breath ) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death . But now the clear bright ...
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... happy father died , When threatened war reduced the children's meal : Thrice happy ! that for him the grave could hide The empty loom , cold hearth , and silent wheel , And tears that flowed for ills which patience might not heal . XXXI ...
... happy father died , When threatened war reduced the children's meal : Thrice happy ! that for him the grave could hide The empty loom , cold hearth , and silent wheel , And tears that flowed for ills which patience might not heal . XXXI ...
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... happy . Pardon me If this be idly spoken . Osw . Two Travellers ! See , they come , Mar ( points ) The woman is Idonea . Osw . And leading Herbert . Mar We must let them pass- This thicket will conceal us . [ They step aside . Enter ...
... happy . Pardon me If this be idly spoken . Osw . Two Travellers ! See , they come , Mar ( points ) The woman is Idonea . Osw . And leading Herbert . Mar We must let them pass- This thicket will conceal us . [ They step aside . Enter ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou aught beauty behold beneath Betty Foy bird blest bower breast breath bright calm cheer Child clouds dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle gleam glory grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour human Idon light live lonely look MARMADUKE Martha Ray meek mind moon morning mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain peace Peter Bell pleasure poor quire rapture rills rock round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees truth Twas vale voice wandering ween wild wind wings woods Yarrow youth
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Página 189 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Página 104 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 233 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 188 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life...
Página 500 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which, having been, must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 499 - 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, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Página 271 - Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That Mountain floods should thunder as before.
Página 257 - Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Página 422 - Is placable, because occasions rise So often that demand such sacrifice ; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, As tempted more ; more able to endure, As more exposed to suffering and distress ; Thence, also, more alive to tenderness...
Página 187 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie ; His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.