Poems, in Two Volumes,Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 - 170页 |
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... d thee Robin that thou could'st pursue A beautiful Creature , That is gentle by nature ? Beneath the summer sky From flower to flower let him fly ; ' Tis all that he wishes to do . The Chearer Thou of our in - door sadness , 17.
... d thee Robin that thou could'st pursue A beautiful Creature , That is gentle by nature ? Beneath the summer sky From flower to flower let him fly ; ' Tis all that he wishes to do . The Chearer Thou of our in - door sadness , 17.
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... beautiful wings in crimson are drest , A brother he seems of thine own : If thou would'st be happy in thy nest , O pious Bird ! whom Man loves best , Love him , or leave him alone ! THE SAILOR's MOTHER . . One morning ( raw it 18.
... beautiful wings in crimson are drest , A brother he seems of thine own : If thou would'st be happy in thy nest , O pious Bird ! whom Man loves best , Love him , or leave him alone ! THE SAILOR's MOTHER . . One morning ( raw it 18.
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... beautiful to see ; a Weed of glorious feature ! 3 I left her , and pursued my way ; And soon before me did espy A pair of little Boys at play , Chasing a crimson butterfly ; The Taller follow'd with his hat in hand , Wreath'd round with ...
... beautiful to see ; a Weed of glorious feature ! 3 I left her , and pursued my way ; And soon before me did espy A pair of little Boys at play , Chasing a crimson butterfly ; The Taller follow'd with his hat in hand , Wreath'd round with ...
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... beautiful and pure , Find in the heart of man no natural home : The immortal Mind craves objects that endure : These cleave to it ; from these it cannot roam , Nor they from it : their fellowship is secure . 5 . TO SLEEP . O gentle ...
... beautiful and pure , Find in the heart of man no natural home : The immortal Mind craves objects that endure : These cleave to it ; from these it cannot roam , Nor they from it : their fellowship is secure . 5 . TO SLEEP . O gentle ...
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... , not unmov'd in mind , Seen birds of tempest - loving kind , Thus beating up against the wind . What hand but would a garland cull For thee who art so beautiful ? VOL . II . O happy pleasure ! here to dwell Beside thee in 25.
... , not unmov'd in mind , Seen birds of tempest - loving kind , Thus beating up against the wind . What hand but would a garland cull For thee who art so beautiful ? VOL . II . O happy pleasure ! here to dwell Beside thee in 25.
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beautiful behold Bird blessed blind bliss bowers brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk Butterfly CALAIS Castle chearful Child clouds Clovenford Creature Cuckoo dance dead dear delight dost doth dream earth Egremont Castle espy eyes fair fancy fear flowers Friend Furness Fells gentle gladness glee glittering glory grave grief ground happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Highland hill hour human weight Jedborough Kent's green Lake land live lonely look look'd Lord Lord Clifford melancholy mighty mind Mother mountain mournfully never night o'er pleasure POEMS praise rest RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy rocks Scotland seem'd seen Shepherd shew sight silent sing sleep solitary Reaper song SONNET sorrow soul sound Spirit Star stepping westward strife sweet thine things thou art thought Traveller trees Vale vex'd voice waters WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words Yarrow Ye Men
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第144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138页 - 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...
第145页 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...
第14页 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
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第119页 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
第71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!
第130页 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will...
第151页 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
第55页 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. 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.