The poetical works of William Wordsworth. New and complete annotated ed. Centenary ed, Issue 619, Volume 5 |
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... hands . One wooed the silent Art with studious pains : These groves have heard the Other's pensive strains ; Devoted thus , their spirits did unite By interchange of knowledge and delight . May Nature's kindliest powers sustain the Tre ...
... hands . One wooed the silent Art with studious pains : These groves have heard the Other's pensive strains ; Devoted thus , their spirits did unite By interchange of knowledge and delight . May Nature's kindliest powers sustain the Tre ...
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... hands , that proudly strove To aid the work , what time these walks and bowers Were shaped to cheer dark winter's lonely hours . III . WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT , BART . , AND IN HIS NAME , FOR AN URN , PLACED BY HIM ...
... hands , that proudly strove To aid the work , what time these walks and bowers Were shaped to cheer dark winter's lonely hours . III . WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT , BART . , AND IN HIS NAME , FOR AN URN , PLACED BY HIM ...
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... vales hath many a Tree At Wordsworth's suit been spared ; And from the builder's hand this Stone , For some rude beauty of its own , Was rescued by the Bard : So let it rest 8 INSCRIPTIONS . In these fair vales hath many a Tree.
... vales hath many a Tree At Wordsworth's suit been spared ; And from the builder's hand this Stone , For some rude beauty of its own , Was rescued by the Bard : So let it rest 8 INSCRIPTIONS . In these fair vales hath many a Tree.
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... hand first shaped it ; and the steps Of that same Bard - repeated to and fro At morn , at noon , and under moonlight skies Through the vicissitudes of many a year— Forbade the weeds to creep o'er its grey line . No longer , scattering ...
... hand first shaped it ; and the steps Of that same Bard - repeated to and fro At morn , at noon , and under moonlight skies Through the vicissitudes of many a year— Forbade the weeds to creep o'er its grey line . No longer , scattering ...
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... hand , and my eyes were upon it when it fell , as told in these lines . ] II . PAUSE , Traveller ! whosoe'er thou be Whom chance may lead to this retreat , Where silence yields reluctantly Even to the fleecy straggler's bleat ; Give ...
... hand , and my eyes were upon it when it fell , as told in these lines . ] II . PAUSE , Traveller ! whosoe'er thou be Whom chance may lead to this retreat , Where silence yields reluctantly Even to the fleecy straggler's bleat ; Give ...
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Page 78 - 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...
Page 130 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Page 111 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 108 - 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 227 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream...
Page 107 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Page 106 - 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 356 - All meek and silent, save that through a rift — Not distant from the shore whereon we stood, A fixed, abysmal, gloomy breathing-place — Mounted the roar of waters, torrents, streams Innumerable, roaring with one voice ! Heard over earth and sea, and, in that hour, For so it seemed, felt by the starry heavens.
Page 131 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me— even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Page 129 - But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.