The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen5Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... winds might rage When they were silent ; far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights - the conflict and the sounds That live in darkness : from his intellect - And from the stillness of abstracted ...
... winds might rage When they were silent ; far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights - the conflict and the sounds That live in darkness : from his intellect - And from the stillness of abstracted ...
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... winds , And now the " trotting brooks " and whispering trees , And now the music of my own sad steps , With many a short - lived thought that pass'd between , And disappear'd . I journey'd back this way , When 32 THE WANDERER .
... winds , And now the " trotting brooks " and whispering trees , And now the music of my own sad steps , With many a short - lived thought that pass'd between , And disappear'd . I journey'd back this way , When 32 THE WANDERER .
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... wind ; Even at the side of her own fire . Yet still She loved this wretched spot , nor would for worlds Have parted hence ; and still that length of road , And this rude bench , one torturing hope endear'd , Fast rooted at her heart ...
... wind ; Even at the side of her own fire . Yet still She loved this wretched spot , nor would for worlds Have parted hence ; and still that length of road , And this rude bench , one torturing hope endear'd , Fast rooted at her heart ...
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... wind draws forth From rocks , woods , caverns , heaths , and dashing shores ; And well those lofty Brethren bear their part In the wild concert — chiefly when the storm - Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill With roaring sound ...
... wind draws forth From rocks , woods , caverns , heaths , and dashing shores ; And well those lofty Brethren bear their part In the wild concert — chiefly when the storm - Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill With roaring sound ...
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... wind Was fallen , the rain abated , but the hills Lay shrouded in impenetrable mist ; And long and hopelessly we sought in vain . Till , chancing on that lofty ridge to pass A heap of ruin , almost without walls , And wholly without ...
... wind Was fallen , the rain abated , but the hills Lay shrouded in impenetrable mist ; And long and hopelessly we sought in vain . Till , chancing on that lofty ridge to pass A heap of ruin , almost without walls , And wholly without ...
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age to age aught beauty behold beneath breath bright calm ceased cheerful Child Church-yard clouds Cottage course dark dead Death delight doth dwell earth Epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove guardian rocks hand happy hath heard heart Heaven hills holy hope hour human labour less light live lofty lonely look mind mortal mountain muse Nature Nature's o'er pains pass'd Pastor peace pensive pity pleased pleasure praise pure racter rest Rill rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage Nations seat seem'd shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude sorrow soul spake speak spirit spot stood stream sublime tender things thoughts tow'rd trees truth turn twas Vale vex'd Vicar virtue voice Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words Youth
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Página 178 - 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 82 - Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright In avenues disposed : there towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars...
Página 419 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What needst thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 166 - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, Even from the blazing chariot of the sun, A beardless Youth, who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment.
Página xv - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Página xvi - The human Soul of universal earth, Dreaming on things to come; and dost possess A metropolitan temple in the hearts Of mighty Poets : upon me bestow A gift of genuine insight ; that my Song With star-like virtue in its place may shine, Shedding benignant influence, and secure, Itself, from all malevolent effect Of those mutations that extend their sway Throughout the nether sphere...
Página 363 - Fresh power to commune with the invisible world, And hear the mighty stream of tendency Uttering, for elevation of our thought, A clear sonorous voice, inaudible To the vast multitude ; whose doom it is To run the giddy round of vain delight, Or fret and labour on the Plain below.
Página 24 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Página xiv - Beauty — a living presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials — waits upon my steps ; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbor.
Página 42 - mid the calm oblivious tendencies Of nature, 'mid her plants, and weeds, and flowers, And silent overgrowings, still survived.