The Poetical Works of William WordsworthPhillips, Sampson, 1856 - 539 pages |
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... Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love , your Idiot Boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed , Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , ...
... Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love , your Idiot Boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed , Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , ...
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... Betty's Husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A woodman ... Foy Has up upon the saddle set ( The like was never heard of yet ) Him whom ... Betty o'er and o'er has told The Boy , 334 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... Betty's Husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A woodman ... Foy Has up upon the saddle set ( The like was never heard of yet ) Him whom ... Betty o'er and o'er has told The Boy , 334 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... Betty Foy , And I have lost my poor dear Boy ; You know him him you often see ; " He's not so wise as some folks be . " The devil take his wisdom ! " said The Doctor , looking somewhat grim , " What , Woman ! should I know of him ...
... Betty Foy , And I have lost my poor dear Boy ; You know him him you often see ; " He's not so wise as some folks be . " The devil take his wisdom ! " said The Doctor , looking somewhat grim , " What , Woman ! should I know of him ...
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... Betty Foy ? She hardly can sustain her fears ; The roaring waterfall she hears , And cannot find her Idiot Boy . Your Pony's worth his weight in gold . Then calm your terrors , Betty Foy ! She's coming from among the trees , And now all ...
... Betty Foy ? She hardly can sustain her fears ; The roaring waterfall she hears , And cannot find her Idiot Boy . Your Pony's worth his weight in gold . Then calm your terrors , Betty Foy ! She's coming from among the trees , And now all ...
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... Betty shed . She kisses o'er and o'er again Him whom she loves , her Idiot ... Foy ! The little Pony glad may be , But he is milder far than she ; You ... Betty , and her Boy , Wind slowly through the woody dale ; And who is she , betimes ...
... Betty shed . She kisses o'er and o'er again Him whom she loves , her Idiot ... Foy ! The little Pony glad may be , But he is milder far than she ; You ... Betty , and her Boy , Wind slowly through the woody dale ; And who is she , betimes ...
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Page 486 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Page 498 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 489 - 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. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song...
Page 15 - How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted : — and how exquisitely, too, Theme this but little heard of among Men, The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Page 484 - 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 486 - From God, who is our home: 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 14 - All strength, all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah, with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones, — I pass them unalarmed.
Page 433 - Nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Page 488 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : 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 realized ; High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 432 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul, While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.