The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 第 4 卷Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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第 iv 頁
... voice ? Sheep - Washing The Resting - Place Methinks ' twere no unprecedented feat Return , Content ! Fallen , and diffused into a shapeless heap Journey renewed No record tells of lance opposed to lance Who swerves from innocence 139 ...
... voice ? Sheep - Washing The Resting - Place Methinks ' twere no unprecedented feat Return , Content ! Fallen , and diffused into a shapeless heap Journey renewed No record tells of lance opposed to lance Who swerves from innocence 139 ...
第 4 頁
... voice of melody was mute . But , as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow , And give the timid herbage leave to shoot , Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow A timely promise of unlooked - for fruit , Fair fruit of pleasure ...
... voice of melody was mute . But , as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow , And give the timid herbage leave to shoot , Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow A timely promise of unlooked - for fruit , Fair fruit of pleasure ...
第 8 頁
... voice of power , That ancient voice which wont to call To mass or some high festival ; And in the shattered fabric's heart Remaineth one protected part ; A rural Chapel , neatly drest , In covert like a little nest ; And thither young ...
... voice of power , That ancient voice which wont to call To mass or some high festival ; And in the shattered fabric's heart Remaineth one protected part ; A rural Chapel , neatly drest , In covert like a little nest ; And thither young ...
第 9 頁
... voice which you can hear Is the river murmuring near . When soft ! - the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen ; And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch ...
... voice which you can hear Is the river murmuring near . When soft ! - the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen ; And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch ...
第 13 頁
... be a softer sound ? So the balmy minutes pass , While this radiant Creature lies Couched upon the dewy grass , Pensively with downcast eyes . When now again the people rear A voice of praise CANTO I. 13 OF RYLSTONE .
... be a softer sound ? So the balmy minutes pass , While this radiant Creature lies Couched upon the dewy grass , Pensively with downcast eyes . When now again the people rear A voice of praise CANTO I. 13 OF RYLSTONE .
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第 350 頁 - 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 213 頁 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
第 360 頁 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated...
第 352 頁 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
第 294 頁 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
第 350 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 347 頁 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
第 333 頁 - So once it would have been, — 'tis so no more ; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone, which nothing can restore ; A deep distress hath humanised my Soul.
第 367 頁 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
第 367 頁 - ... that not only the language of a large portion of every good poem, even of the most elevated character, must necessarily, except with reference to the metre, in no respect differ from that of good prose, but likewise that some of the most interesting parts of the best poems will be found to be strictly the language of prose when prose is well written. The truth of this assertion might be demonstrated by innumerable passages from almost all the poetical writings, even of Milton himself.