Poems in 2 Vols., Reprinted Original Ed. of 1807 Ed. with Note on the Wordsworthian Sonnet by Thos. Hutchinson, Volume 2David Nutt, 1807 |
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... , Thou , while thy Babes around thee cling , Shalt show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made . Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die , Nor leave 82 To a Young Lady, who had been reproached taking long Walks in the Country.
... , Thou , while thy Babes around thee cling , Shalt show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made . Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die , Nor leave 82 To a Young Lady, who had been reproached taking long Walks in the Country.
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... babe in her arms to the sound . Now , Coaches and Chariots , roar on like a stream ; Here are twenty souls happy as Souls in a dream : They are deaf to your murmurs - they care not for you , Nor what ye are flying , or what ye pursue ...
... babe in her arms to the sound . Now , Coaches and Chariots , roar on like a stream ; Here are twenty souls happy as Souls in a dream : They are deaf to your murmurs - they care not for you , Nor what ye are flying , or what ye pursue ...
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... Babe , thou Daughter of another , One moment let me be thy Mother ! An Infant's face and looks are thine ; And sure a Mother's heart is mine : Thy own dear Mother's far away , At labour in the harvest - field : Thy little Sister is at ...
... Babe , thou Daughter of another , One moment let me be thy Mother ! An Infant's face and looks are thine ; And sure a Mother's heart is mine : Thy own dear Mother's far away , At labour in the harvest - field : Thy little Sister is at ...
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William Wordsworth. Across the waters I am come , And I have left a Babe at home : A long , long way of land and sea ! Come to me -I'm no enemy : I am the same who at thy side Sate yesterday , and made a nest For thee , sweet Baby ...
William Wordsworth. Across the waters I am come , And I have left a Babe at home : A long , long way of land and sea ! Come to me -I'm no enemy : I am the same who at thy side Sate yesterday , and made a nest For thee , sweet Baby ...
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William Wordsworth. My own dear Little - one will sigh , Sweet Babe ! and they will let him die . " He pines , " they'll say , " it is his doom , And you may see his hour is come . " Oh ! had he but thy chearful smiles , Limbs stout as ...
William Wordsworth. My own dear Little - one will sigh , Sweet Babe ! and they will let him die . " He pines , " they'll say , " it is his doom , And you may see his hour is come . " Oh ! had he but thy chearful smiles , Limbs stout as ...
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Page 148 - 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.
Page 149 - 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...
Page 158 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 150 - 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?
Page 122 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Page 155 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Page 167 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Page 152 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
Page 157 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Page 156 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.