Selections from the poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with notes by H.H. Turner |
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... dark the backward stream ! A little moment past so smiling ! And still , perhaps , with faithless gleam , Some other loiterers beguiling . Such views the youthful bard allure ; But , heedless of the following gloom , He deems their ...
... dark the backward stream ! A little moment past so smiling ! And still , perhaps , with faithless gleam , Some other loiterers beguiling . Such views the youthful bard allure ; But , heedless of the following gloom , He deems their ...
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... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle with the din Smitten , the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of ...
... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle with the din Smitten , the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of ...
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... darkness , as it stood of yore : Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Of Umfraville and Percy ere they marched To Scotland's heaths ; or those that crossed the sea And drew the sounding bows at Azincour , Perhaps at earlier Crecy ...
... darkness , as it stood of yore : Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Of Umfraville and Percy ere they marched To Scotland's heaths ; or those that crossed the sea And drew the sounding bows at Azincour , Perhaps at earlier Crecy ...
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... dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage ground , these orchard tufts Which at this season , with their unripe fruits , Are clad in one green hue , and lose themselves Among the woods and copses , nor disturb The wild green ...
... dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage ground , these orchard tufts Which at this season , with their unripe fruits , Are clad in one green hue , and lose themselves Among the woods and copses , nor disturb The wild green ...
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... darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart , How oft in spirit have I turned to thee , 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 O sylvan ...
... darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart , How oft in spirit have I turned to thee , 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 O sylvan ...
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Page 41 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 42 - 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.
Page 19 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din 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...
Page 38 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 21 - 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 we behold Is...
Page 28 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 38 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 20 - 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. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Page 18 - 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 inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 51 - 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...