The Poetical Works of William WordsworthG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 496页 |
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... songs of Homer ? Lord Byron , in one of his letters to Moore , says , " I cannot get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion ; and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than of a ...
... songs of Homer ? Lord Byron , in one of his letters to Moore , says , " I cannot get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion ; and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than of a ...
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... Song for the Wandering Jew 109 109 110 111 111 The Seven Sisters 112 " By their floating mill " 113 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves 114 A Fragment 116 ... Address to my Infant Daughter . 117 Poems of the Imagination . " There was a ...
... Song for the Wandering Jew 109 109 110 111 111 The Seven Sisters 112 " By their floating mill " 113 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves 114 A Fragment 116 ... Address to my Infant Daughter . 117 Poems of the Imagination . " There was a ...
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... Song , at the Feast of Brougham Castle The Echo ... mencement " It is no spirit who from heaven hath flown " Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey . 142 145 150 154 157 French Revolution , as it appeared to Enthusiasts at its ...
... Song , at the Feast of Brougham Castle The Echo ... mencement " It is no spirit who from heaven hath flown " Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey . 142 145 150 154 157 French Revolution , as it appeared to Enthusiasts at its ...
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... songs . Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couch'd ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The ...
... songs . Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couch'd ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The ...
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... song That whistles in the wind . ALICE FELL . THE post - boy drove with fierce career , For threat'ning clouds the moon had drown'd ; When suddenly I seem'd to hear A moan , a lamentable sound . As if the wind blew many ways , I heard ...
... song That whistles in the wind . ALICE FELL . THE post - boy drove with fierce career , For threat'ning clouds the moon had drown'd ; When suddenly I seem'd to hear A moan , a lamentable sound . As if the wind blew many ways , I heard ...
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第268页 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
第160页 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
第8页 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
第56页 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
第266页 - 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119页 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
第160页 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. 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...
第120页 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
第131页 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
第160页 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.