The poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti |
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... rest Far in the regions of the west , Though to the vale no parting beam Be given , not one memorial gleam , A lingering light he fondly throws On the dear hills where first he rose . 1786 . II . WRITTEN IN VERY EARLY YOUTH , CALM is ...
... rest Far in the regions of the west , Though to the vale no parting beam Be given , not one memorial gleam , A lingering light he fondly throws On the dear hills where first he rose . 1786 . II . WRITTEN IN VERY EARLY YOUTH , CALM is ...
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... rest , Peeps often ere she darts into her nest , So to the homestead , where the grandsire tends A little prattling child , he oft descends , To glance a look upon the well - matched pair ; Till storm and driving ice blockade him there ...
... rest , Peeps often ere she darts into her nest , So to the homestead , where the grandsire tends A little prattling child , he oft descends , To glance a look upon the well - matched pair ; Till storm and driving ice blockade him there ...
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... perils hath he shunned ? What obstacles hath he failed to overcome ? Answer these questions , from our common knowledge , And be at rest . Wil . Mar. Oh , Sir ! I shall be with them in two days , at. THE BORDERERS A Tragedy.
... perils hath he shunned ? What obstacles hath he failed to overcome ? Answer these questions , from our common knowledge , And be at rest . Wil . Mar. Oh , Sir ! I shall be with them in two days , at. THE BORDERERS A Tragedy.
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... rest awhile On this green bank . Her . after some time ) . silent , And I divine the cause . Idon . But cheerily , [ He sits down . Idonea , you are Do not reproach me : The Arch - impostor- Mar. Treat him gently , Oswald ; Though I ...
... rest awhile On this green bank . Her . after some time ) . silent , And I divine the cause . Idon . But cheerily , [ He sits down . Idonea , you are Do not reproach me : The Arch - impostor- Mar. Treat him gently , Oswald ; Though I ...
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... rest . Idonea would have fears for me , -the Convent Will give me quiet lodging . You have a boy , good Host , And he must lead me back . Osw . You are most lucky ; I have been waiting in the wood hard by For a companion - here he comes ...
... rest . Idonea would have fears for me , -the Convent Will give me quiet lodging . You have a boy , good Host , And he must lead me back . Osw . You are most lucky ; I have been waiting in the wood hard by For a companion - here he comes ...
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第 127 頁 - To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
第 127 頁 - Knowing that nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which...
第 64 頁 - 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 358 頁 - 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 114 頁 - Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
第 358 頁 - What was so fugitive ! 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 in his breast 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, High...
第 357 頁 - Oh evil day ! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling 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 48 頁 - 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 164 頁 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
第 114 頁 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ;...