Select Pieces from the Poems of William WordsworthJ. Burns, 1843 - 233 páginas |
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... hour , one single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look , alone on you . Thus , from the precincts of the west , The Sun , while sinking down to rest , Though his departing radiance fail ...
... hour , one single tie Survive of local sympathy , My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look , alone on you . Thus , from the precincts of the west , The Sun , while sinking down to rest , Though his departing radiance fail ...
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... hours . Thrice welcome , darling of the spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird ; but an invisible thing- A voice , a mystery ; The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways , In bush ...
... hours . Thrice welcome , darling of the spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird ; but an invisible thing- A voice , a mystery ; The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways , In bush ...
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... friend at hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension , Some steady love , some brief delight , Some memory.
... friend at hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension , Some steady love , some brief delight , Some memory.
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... hours ; But he could see the woods and plains , Could hear the wind , and mark the showers Come streaming down the steaming panes : Now stretched beneath his grass - green mound , He rests a prisoner of the ground . He loved the ...
... hours ; But he could see the woods and plains , Could hear the wind , and mark the showers Come streaming down the steaming panes : Now stretched beneath his grass - green mound , He rests a prisoner of the ground . He loved the ...
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... hour Is in the thankful creature's power . Blest are the moments , doubly blest , That , drawn from this one hour of rest , Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God . Look up to heaven ! the industrious sun Already ...
... hour Is in the thankful creature's power . Blest are the moments , doubly blest , That , drawn from this one hour of rest , Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God . Look up to heaven ! the industrious sun Already ...
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art thou bagpipe behold beneath bird blessed blest blind bower breath bright brother Brougham Castle cheerful child choice or chance churchyard clouds cottage dead dear deep delight door earth earth abide EGREMONT CASTLE Ennerdale eyes fair father fear fields flowers glad gone grave green greenwood tree grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour Isabel land Laodamia LEONARD light lived lofty look Luke mind morning mother mountain mourn mournfully murmur never night o'er pain passed peace pleasant pleasure poor PRIEST Rich groves Richard Bateman rills rocks round Ruth seemed SEVEN SISTERS shepherd side sight silent sing sleep solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit stone stood sweet thee There's things thou art thought TINTERN ABBEY trees Twas Twill vale voice wander waters weary ween wild wind woods Yarrow youth
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Página 4 - A SIMPLE Child, 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.
Página 5 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.
Página 43 - 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. Will no one tell me what she sings...
Página 168 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
Página 25 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 164 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Página 93 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Página 147 - tis believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.
Página 159 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ,, And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 27 - ... Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...