Poems, in Two Volumes,Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 - 170 páginas |
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... Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure ; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life , our nature breeds ; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure . When , smitten by the morning ray , I see 4.
... Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure ; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life , our nature breeds ; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure . When , smitten by the morning ray , I see 4.
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... heart is throbbing : Can this be the Bird , to man so good , Our consecrated Robin ! That , after their bewildering , Did cover with leaves the little children , So painfully in the wood ? What ail'd thee Robin that thou could'st pursue ...
... heart is throbbing : Can this be the Bird , to man so good , Our consecrated Robin ! That , after their bewildering , Did cover with leaves the little children , So painfully in the wood ? What ail'd thee Robin that thou could'st pursue ...
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... , Of a joyous train ensuing , Singing at my heart's command , In the lanes my thoughts pursuing , I will sing , as doth behove , Hymns in praise of what I love ! TO THE SAME FLOWER . Pleasures newly found are sweet 26.
... , Of a joyous train ensuing , Singing at my heart's command , In the lanes my thoughts pursuing , I will sing , as doth behove , Hymns in praise of what I love ! TO THE SAME FLOWER . Pleasures newly found are sweet 26.
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... heart First at sight of thee was glad ; All unheard of as thou art , Thou must needs , I think , have had , Celandine ! and long ago , Praise of which I nothing know . I have not a doubt but he , Whosoe'er the e 2 To the same Flower.
... heart First at sight of thee was glad ; All unheard of as thou art , Thou must needs , I think , have had , Celandine ! and long ago , Praise of which I nothing know . I have not a doubt but he , Whosoe'er the e 2 To the same Flower.
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... heart , from week to week Thou dost play at hide - and - seek ; While the patient Primrose sits Like a Beggar in the cold , Thou , a Flower of wiser wits , Slipp'st into thy shelter'd hold ; Bright as any of the train When ye all are ...
... heart , from week to week Thou dost play at hide - and - seek ; While the patient Primrose sits Like a Beggar in the cold , Thou , a Flower of wiser wits , Slipp'st into thy shelter'd hold ; Bright as any of the train When ye all are ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beautiful behold Bird blessed blind bliss bowers brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk Butterfly CALAIS Castle chearful Child clouds Clovenford Creature Cuckoo dance dead dear delight dost doth dream earth Egremont Castle espy eyes fair fancy fear flowers Friend Furness Fells gentle gladness glee glittering glory grave grief ground happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland hill hour human weight Jedborough Kent's green Lake land live lonely look look'd Lord Lord Clifford melancholy mighty mind Mother mountain mournfully never night o'er pleasure POEMS praise rest RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy rocks Scotland seem'd seen Shepherd shew sight silent sing sleep solitary Reaper song SONNET sorrow soul sound Spirit Star stepping westward strife sweet thine things thou art thought Traveller trees Vale vex'd voice waters WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words Yarrow Ye Men
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Página 144 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 138 - 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 145 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...
Página 14 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 138 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, " with pomp of waters, unwithstood." Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the...
Página 119 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 71 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Página 130 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will...
Página 151 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Página 55 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.