The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 第 2 卷Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... Sleep ! do they belong to thee To Sleep To Sleep The Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a blank Leaf in " the Complete Angler ' To the Poet , John Dyer Page 151 - ib . · 152 ib . 153 ib . 154 ib . 155 ib . 156 ib . · 157 ib . 158 ib . · 159 ...
... Sleep ! do they belong to thee To Sleep To Sleep The Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a blank Leaf in " the Complete Angler ' To the Poet , John Dyer Page 151 - ib . · 152 ib . 153 ib . 154 ib . 155 ib . 156 ib . · 157 ib . 158 ib . · 159 ...
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... sleeping in these peaceful Groves . I heard a Stock - dove sing or say His homely tale , this very day ; His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but cooed — and cooed 14 THE NIGHTINGALE ...
... sleeping in these peaceful Groves . I heard a Stock - dove sing or say His homely tale , this very day ; His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze : He did not cease ; but cooed — and cooed 14 THE NIGHTINGALE ...
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... sleep a wink . O joy for her ! whene'er in winter The winds at night had made a rout ; And scattered many a lusty splinter And many a rotten bough about . Yet never had she , well or sick , As every man who knew her says , A pile ...
... sleep a wink . O joy for her ! whene'er in winter The winds at night had made a rout ; And scattered many a lusty splinter And many a rotten bough about . Yet never had she , well or sick , As every man who knew her says , A pile ...
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... sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill ...
... sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill ...
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... sleeps beneath the greenwood tree , And other home hath none . An innocent life , yet far astray ! And Ruth will , long before her day , Be broken down and old : Sore aches she needs must have ! but less Of mind , than body's ...
... sleeps beneath the greenwood tree , And other home hath none . An innocent life , yet far astray ! And Ruth will , long before her day , Be broken down and old : Sore aches she needs must have ! but less Of mind , than body's ...
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第13页 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; 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.
第257页 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
第165页 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
第101页 - 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 of things.
第212页 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
第100页 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
第211页 - Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
第104页 - The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee...
第166页 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great 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.
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