The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 - English poetry |
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... hill and valley every breeze Had sunk to rest with folded wings : Keen was the air , but could not freeze Nor check the music of the strings ; So stout and hardy were the band That scraped the chords with strenuous hand . And who but ...
... hill and valley every breeze Had sunk to rest with folded wings : Keen was the air , but could not freeze Nor check the music of the strings ; So stout and hardy were the band That scraped the chords with strenuous hand . And who but ...
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... hills ; And it is given thee to rejoice : Though public care full often tills ( Heaven only witness of the toil ) A barren and ungrateful soil . Yet , would that Thou , with me and mine , Hadst heard this never - failing rite ; And seen ...
... hills ; And it is given thee to rejoice : Though public care full often tills ( Heaven only witness of the toil ) A barren and ungrateful soil . Yet , would that Thou , with me and mine , Hadst heard this never - failing rite ; And seen ...
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... hill , Clustered with barn and byre , and spouting mill ! A glance suffices ; —should we wish for more , Gay June would scorn us ; but when bleak winds roar Through the stiff lance - like shoots of pollard ash , Dread swell of sound ...
... hill , Clustered with barn and byre , and spouting mill ! A glance suffices ; —should we wish for more , Gay June would scorn us ; but when bleak winds roar Through the stiff lance - like shoots of pollard ash , Dread swell of sound ...
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... of waves , Then , when o'er highest hills the Deluge pass'd ? XVI . - AMERICAN TRADITION . SUCH fruitless questions may 14 THE RIVER DUDDON . O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his From this deep chasm-where quivering sunbeams.
... of waves , Then , when o'er highest hills the Deluge pass'd ? XVI . - AMERICAN TRADITION . SUCH fruitless questions may 14 THE RIVER DUDDON . O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his From this deep chasm-where quivering sunbeams.
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... hill and valley to this dim retreat ! Rough ways my steps have trod ; For her companionship ; here dwells soft ease : With sweets which she partakes not some distaste Mingles , and lurking consciousness of wrong ; Languish the flowers ...
... hill and valley to this dim retreat ! Rough ways my steps have trod ; For her companionship ; here dwells soft ease : With sweets which she partakes not some distaste Mingles , and lurking consciousness of wrong ; Languish the flowers ...
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Page 313 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 300 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Page 313 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — 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 212 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Page 276 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Page 314 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Page 210 - Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Page 257 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young Romilly...
Page 203 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Page 334 - ... on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. — It is not, then, to be supposed that any one, who holds that sublime notion of Poetry...