Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on the Wordsworthian Sonnet by Thos. Hutchinson, 第 2 卷 |
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第 27 頁
I feel this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past , Continued
long as life shall last . Nor am I loth , though pleased at heart , Sweet Highland
Girl ! from Thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall ...
I feel this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past , Continued
long as life shall last . Nor am I loth , though pleased at heart , Sweet Highland
Girl ! from Thee to part ; For I , methinks , till I grow old , As fair before me shall ...
第 29 頁
Tis twilight time of good and ill , And more than common strength and skill Must
ye display If ye would give the better will Its lawful sway . Strong bodied if ye be to
bear Intemperance with less harm , beware ! But if your Father ' s wit ye share ...
Tis twilight time of good and ill , And more than common strength and skill Must
ye display If ye would give the better will Its lawful sway . Strong bodied if ye be to
bear Intemperance with less harm , beware ! But if your Father ' s wit ye share ...
第 77 頁
And then , when he was brought to land , Full sure they were a happy band ,
Which gathering round did on the banks Of that great Water give God thanks ,
And welcom ' d the poor Child . And in the general joy of heart The blind Boy ' s
little ...
And then , when he was brought to land , Full sure they were a happy band ,
Which gathering round did on the banks Of that great Water give God thanks ,
And welcom ' d the poor Child . And in the general joy of heart The blind Boy ' s
little ...
第 131 頁
... see her Master and to cheer ; Him , and his Lady Mother dear . Oh ! it was a
time forlorn When the Fatherless was born Give her wings that she may fly , Or
she sees her Infant die ! Swords that are with slaughter wild Hunt the Mother and
131.
... see her Master and to cheer ; Him , and his Lady Mother dear . Oh ! it was a
time forlorn When the Fatherless was born Give her wings that she may fly , Or
she sees her Infant die ! Swords that are with slaughter wild Hunt the Mother and
131.
第 158 頁
Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys ,
and fears , To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often
lie too deep for tears . NOTES to the SECOND VOLUME . NOTES . NOTE I 158.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys ,
and fears , To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often
lie too deep for tears . NOTES to the SECOND VOLUME . NOTES . NOTE I 158.
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第 148 頁 - 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.
第 149 頁 - 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...
第 158 頁 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
第 150 頁 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
第 122 頁 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
第 155 頁 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
第 167 頁 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
第 152 頁 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
第 157 頁 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower...
第 156 頁 - 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.