The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 第 3 卷Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... head of Windermere , established , undoubtedly , as a check over the passes of Kirk- stone , Dunmail - raise , and of Hardknot and Wrynose . On the margin of Rydal Lake , a coin of Trajan was discovered very lately . The ROMAN FORT here ...
... head of Windermere , established , undoubtedly , as a check over the passes of Kirk- stone , Dunmail - raise , and of Hardknot and Wrynose . On the margin of Rydal Lake , a coin of Trajan was discovered very lately . The ROMAN FORT here ...
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... head of a long square table , such as is com- monly used in this country by the lower class of people , dressed in a coarse blue frock , trimmed with black horn buttons ; a checked shirt , a leathern strap about his neck for a stock , a ...
... head of a long square table , such as is com- monly used in this country by the lower class of people , dressed in a coarse blue frock , trimmed with black horn buttons ; a checked shirt , a leathern strap about his neck for a stock , a ...
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... head , and virtuous piety had secured to his ap- pearance reverence and silent honour , no one , however deter- mined in his hatred of apostolic descent , could have listened to his discourse on ecclesiastical history , and ancient ...
... head , and virtuous piety had secured to his ap- pearance reverence and silent honour , no one , however deter- mined in his hatred of apostolic descent , could have listened to his discourse on ecclesiastical history , and ancient ...
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... head ; Some jealous and forbidding cell , That doth the living stars repel , And where no flower hath leave to dwell . The presence of this wandering Doe Fills many a damp obscure recess With lustre of a saintly show ; And , re ...
... head ; Some jealous and forbidding cell , That doth the living stars repel , And where no flower hath leave to dwell . The presence of this wandering Doe Fills many a damp obscure recess With lustre of a saintly show ; And , re ...
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... head , and taste The dewy turf with flowers bestrown ; And thus she fares , until at last Beside the ridge of a grassy grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gently as a weary wave ― Sinks , when the summer breeze hath died , Against an ...
... head , and taste The dewy turf with flowers bestrown ; And thus she fares , until at last Beside the ridge of a grassy grave In quietness she lays her down ; Gently as a weary wave ― Sinks , when the summer breeze hath died , Against an ...
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第 313 頁 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
第 300 頁 - 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; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
第 313 頁 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — 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 212 頁 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
第 276 頁 - 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!
第 314 頁 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
第 210 頁 - Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
第 257 頁 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young Romilly...
第 203 頁 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
第 334 頁 - ... on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. — It is not, then, to be supposed that any one, who holds that sublime notion of Poetry...