Poems from the Poetical Works of William Wordsworth |
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... My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " “ How many are
you , then , " said I , “ If they two are in Heaven ? " Quick was the little Maid's reply
, “ O master ! we are seven . " 1 “ But they are dead ; those two are dead WE ARE
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... My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " “ How many are
you , then , " said I , “ If they two are in Heaven ? " Quick was the little Maid's reply
, “ O master ! we are seven . " 1 “ But they are dead ; those two are dead WE ARE
...
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But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in Heaven ! " ' Twas
throwing words away : for still The little Maid would have her will , And said , “
Nay , we are seven ! ” 1798 . THE PET - LAMB , A PASTORAL . The dew was
falling fast ...
But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in Heaven ! " ' Twas
throwing words away : for still The little Maid would have her will , And said , “
Nay , we are seven ! ” 1798 . THE PET - LAMB , A PASTORAL . The dew was
falling fast ...
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... past : An orphan could not find his mother's grave : Here's neither head nor foot
- stone , plate of brass , Cross - bones nor skull , -- type of our earthly state Nor
emblem of our hopes : the dead man's home Is but a fellow to that pasture - field .
... past : An orphan could not find his mother's grave : Here's neither head nor foot
- stone , plate of brass , Cross - bones nor skull , -- type of our earthly state Nor
emblem of our hopes : the dead man's home Is but a fellow to that pasture - field .
第38页
Yet your conclusion wanders from the truth : We have no need of names and
epitaphs ; We talk about the dead by our fire - sides . And then , for our immortal
part ! we want No symbols , Sir , to tell us that plain tale : The thought of death sits
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Yet your conclusion wanders from the truth : We have no need of names and
epitaphs ; We talk about the dead by our fire - sides . And then , for our immortal
part ! we want No symbols , Sir , to tell us that plain tale : The thought of death sits
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This is sad talk - they'll never sound for him Living or dead . - When last we heard
of him , He was in slavery among the Moors Upon the Barbary Coast .— ' Twas
not a little That would bring down his spirit ; and no doubt , Before it ended in his
...
This is sad talk - they'll never sound for him Living or dead . - When last we heard
of him , He was in slavery among the Moors Upon the Barbary Coast .— ' Twas
not a little That would bring down his spirit ; and no doubt , Before it ended in his
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第170页 - 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 today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
第21页 - 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110页 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
第228页 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, 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 ! if, through confidence misplaced, They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power ! around them cast.
第278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134页 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
第274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 past away a glory from the earth.
第279页 - ... 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 : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
第277页 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
第275页 - 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...
书目信息
| 名称 | Poems from the Poetical Works of William Wordsworth |
| 作者 | William Wordsworth |
| 编者 | Henry Reed |
| 出版商 | Leavitt & Allen, 1853 |
| 出处： | 纽约公共图书馆 |
| 数字化处理时间 | 2007年1月4日 |
| 页数 | 281页 |
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