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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Only their fire seems bolder , yielding light : Now deep and red , the colouring of
night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -
Twelve hours , twelve bounteons hours , are gone while I Have been a Traveller
...
Only their fire seems bolder , yielding light : Now deep and red , the colouring of
night ; That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -
Twelve hours , twelve bounteons hours , are gone while I Have been a Traveller
...
第 92 頁
There ' s a Cripple who leans on his Crutch ; like a Towe That long has lean ' d
forward , leans hour after hour !A Mother , whose Spirit in fetters is bound , While
she dandles the babe in her arms to the sound . Now , Coaches and Chariots ...
There ' s a Cripple who leans on his Crutch ; like a Towe That long has lean ' d
forward , leans hour after hour !A Mother , whose Spirit in fetters is bound , While
she dandles the babe in her arms to the sound . Now , Coaches and Chariots ...
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... And sure a Mother ' s heart is mine : Thy own dear Mother ' s far away , At
labour in the harvest - field : Thy little Sister is at play ;What warmth , what comfort
would it yield To my poor heart , if Thou wouldst be One little hour a child to me !
... And sure a Mother ' s heart is mine : Thy own dear Mother ' s far away , At
labour in the harvest - field : Thy little Sister is at play ;What warmth , what comfort
would it yield To my poor heart , if Thou wouldst be One little hour a child to me !
第 130 頁
... We loudest in the faithful North : Our Fields rejoice , our Mountains ring , Our
Streams proclaim a welcoming ; Our Strong - abodes and Castles see The glory
of their loyalty . How glad is Skipton at this hour Though she is but a lonely Tower
!
... We loudest in the faithful North : Our Fields rejoice , our Mountains ring , Our
Streams proclaim a welcoming ; Our Strong - abodes and Castles see The glory
of their loyalty . How glad is Skipton at this hour Though she is but a lonely Tower
!
第 181 頁
But if the Poet ' s wit ye share , Like him can speed The social hour — for tenfold
care There will be need . " Line 2 , stanza iii . , became , in 1827 : “ To spare your
failings for his sake . " Between stanzas iii . and iv . were inserted , from 1827 ...
But if the Poet ' s wit ye share , Like him can speed The social hour — for tenfold
care There will be need . " Line 2 , stanza iii . , became , in 1827 : “ To spare your
failings for his sake . " Between stanzas iii . and iv . were inserted , from 1827 ...
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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.