The Poetical Works of William WordsworthA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 340 pages |
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... bower ; Fill your lap , and fill your bosom ; Only spare the Strawberry - blossom ! Primroses , the Spring may love them— Summer knows but little of them : Violets , a barren kind , Withered on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no ...
... bower ; Fill your lap , and fill your bosom ; Only spare the Strawberry - blossom ! Primroses , the Spring may love them— Summer knows but little of them : Violets , a barren kind , Withered on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no ...
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... bower ; While sweetly shone the evening sun In his departing hour . We told o'er all that we had done , - Our rambles by the swift brook's side Far as the willow - skirted pool , Where two fair swans together glide . We talked of change ...
... bower ; While sweetly shone the evening sun In his departing hour . We told o'er all that we had done , - Our rambles by the swift brook's side Far as the willow - skirted pool , Where two fair swans together glide . We talked of change ...
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... bowers ; The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove A more benignant sacrifice approve ; A mind , that , in a calm angelic mood Of happy wisdom , meditating good , Beholds , of all from her high powers required , Much done , and much ...
... bowers ; The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove A more benignant sacrifice approve ; A mind , that , in a calm angelic mood Of happy wisdom , meditating good , Beholds , of all from her high powers required , Much done , and much ...
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... bower , Fresh water - rushes strew the verdant floor ; Long grass and willows form the woven wall , And swings above the roof the poplar tall . Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk , With broad black feet ye crush your flow'ry walk ...
... bower , Fresh water - rushes strew the verdant floor ; Long grass and willows form the woven wall , And swings above the roof the poplar tall . Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk , With broad black feet ye crush your flow'ry walk ...
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... bower , To his spare meal he calls the passing poor ; He views the Sun uplift his golden fire , Or sink , with heart ... bowers . More pleased , my foot the hidden margin roves Of Como , bosom'd deep in chesnut groves . No meadows thrown ...
... bower , To his spare meal he calls the passing poor ; He views the Sun uplift his golden fire , Or sink , with heart ... bowers . More pleased , my foot the hidden margin roves Of Como , bosom'd deep in chesnut groves . No meadows thrown ...
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Page 249 - 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...
Page 128 - 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 to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long...
Page 102 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'.
Page 81 - 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.
Page 17 - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Page 128 - Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Page 92 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 119 - Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a...
Page 101 - 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: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 81 - 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.