Selections from the poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with notes by H.H. Turner |
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... 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 melancholy , not unnoticed , while the stars ...
... 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 melancholy , not unnoticed , while the stars ...
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... voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery , its rocks , 5 10 15 20 Its woods , and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake . 25 This boy was ...
... voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery , its rocks , 5 10 15 20 Its woods , and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake . 25 This boy was ...
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... voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy two - fold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of ...
... voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy two - fold shout I hear , That seems to fill the whole air's space , As loud far off as near . Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of ...
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... voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . O yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear sister ! and this prayer I make , Knowing ...
... voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . O yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear sister ! and this prayer I make , Knowing ...
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... voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence , wilt thou then forget 150 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 ...
... voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence , wilt thou then forget 150 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 ...
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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...