The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 第 3 卷Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... thought Postscript NOTES ib . 22 ib . 23 - ib . 24 25 27 THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . Advertisement In trellised shed with clustering roses gay Canto I. Canto II . Canto III . Canto IV . Canto V. Canto VI . Canto VII . NOTES 54 55 59 69 ...
... thought Postscript NOTES ib . 22 ib . 23 - ib . 24 25 27 THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . Advertisement In trellised shed with clustering roses gay Canto I. Canto II . Canto III . Canto IV . Canto V. Canto VI . Canto VII . NOTES 54 55 59 69 ...
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... thought That slights this passion , or condemns ; If thee fond Fancy ever brought From the proud margin of the Thames , And Lambeth's venerable towers , To humbler streams , and greener bowers . Yes , they can make , who fail to find B ...
... thought That slights this passion , or condemns ; If thee fond Fancy ever brought From the proud margin of the Thames , And Lambeth's venerable towers , To humbler streams , and greener bowers . Yes , they can make , who fail to find B ...
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... thought ? -Upon the steep rock's breast The lonely Primrose yet renews its bloom , Untouched memento of her hapless doom ! XXIII . SHEEP - WASHING . SAD thoughts , avaunt ! — the fervour of the year , Poured on the fleece - encumbered ...
... thought ? -Upon the steep rock's breast The lonely Primrose yet renews its bloom , Untouched memento of her hapless doom ! XXIII . SHEEP - WASHING . SAD thoughts , avaunt ! — the fervour of the year , Poured on the fleece - encumbered ...
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... thoughts that brook not servile reins . XXVII . FALLEN , and diffused into a shapeless heap , Or quietly self - buried in earth's mould , Is that embattled House , whose massy Keep Flung from yon cliff a shadow large and cold.— There ...
... thoughts that brook not servile reins . XXVII . FALLEN , and diffused into a shapeless heap , Or quietly self - buried in earth's mould , Is that embattled House , whose massy Keep Flung from yon cliff a shadow large and cold.— There ...
第 22 頁
... thoughts divine ; Or there to pace , and mark the summits hoar Of distant moon - lit mountains faintly shine , Soothed by the unseen River's gentle roar . XXXII . Nor hurled precipitous from steep to steep ; 22 THE RIVER DUDDON . Who ...
... thoughts divine ; Or there to pace , and mark the summits hoar Of distant moon - lit mountains faintly shine , Soothed by the unseen River's gentle roar . XXXII . Nor hurled precipitous from steep to steep ; 22 THE RIVER DUDDON . Who ...
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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...