Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 страници |
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... and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary Essay William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth. SONNETS DEDICATED TO LIBERTY . PART FIRST . I. COMPOSED BY THE SEA - SIDE , NEAR CALAIS.
... and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary Essay William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth. SONNETS DEDICATED TO LIBERTY . PART FIRST . I. COMPOSED BY THE SEA - SIDE , NEAR CALAIS.
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Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary Essay William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth. 14th I. COMPOSED BY THE SEA - SIDE , NEAR CALAIS.
Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary Essay William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth. 14th I. COMPOSED BY THE SEA - SIDE , NEAR CALAIS.
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... CALAIS , August , 1802 . FAIR Star of Evening , Splendor of the West , Star of my Country ! -on the horizon's brink Thou hangest , stooping , as might seem , to sink On England's bosom ; yet well pleased to rest , Meanwhile , and be to ...
... CALAIS , August , 1802 . FAIR Star of Evening , Splendor of the West , Star of my Country ! -on the horizon's brink Thou hangest , stooping , as might seem , to sink On England's bosom ; yet well pleased to rest , Meanwhile , and be to ...
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... CALAIS , August , 1802 . Is it a Reed that's shaken by the wind , Or what is it that ye go forth to see ? Lords , Lawyers , Statesmen , Squires of low degree , Men known , and men unknown , Sick , Lame , and Blind , Post forward all ...
... CALAIS , August , 1802 . Is it a Reed that's shaken by the wind , Or what is it that ye go forth to see ? Lords , Lawyers , Statesmen , Squires of low degree , Men known , and men unknown , Sick , Lame , and Blind , Post forward all ...
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... CALAIS , On the Road leading to Ardres , August 7th , 1802 . JONES ! when from Calais southward you and I Travelled on foot together ; then this Way , Which I am pacing now , was like the May With festivals of new - born Liberty : A ...
... CALAIS , On the Road leading to Ardres , August 7th , 1802 . JONES ! when from Calais southward you and I Travelled on foot together ; then this Way , Which I am pacing now , was like the May With festivals of new - born Liberty : A ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Страница 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Страница 336 - 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!
Страница 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Страница 346 - 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.
Страница 345 - 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.
Страница 28 - 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...
Страница 352 - 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.
Страница 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Страница 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget 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 service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Страница 351 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...