The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 страници |
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... sorrow ever bore , Save one , one only , when I stood forlorn , Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more ; That neither present time , nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore . -www METHOUGHT I saw the ...
... sorrow ever bore , Save one , one only , when I stood forlorn , Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more ; That neither present time , nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore . -www METHOUGHT I saw the ...
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... sorrow's keenest wind . CALVERT ! it must not be unheard by them Who may respect my name that I to thee Owed many years of early liberty . This care was thine when sickness did condemn Thy youth to hopeless wasting , root and stem- That ...
... sorrow's keenest wind . CALVERT ! it must not be unheard by them Who may respect my name that I to thee Owed many years of early liberty . This care was thine when sickness did condemn Thy youth to hopeless wasting , root and stem- That ...
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... sorrow , blind ! " www WHEN human touch ( as monkish books attest ) Nor was applied nor could be , Ledbury bells Broke forth in concert flung adown the dells , And upward , high as Malvern's cloudy crest ; Sweet tones , and caught by a ...
... sorrow , blind ! " www WHEN human touch ( as monkish books attest ) Nor was applied nor could be , Ledbury bells Broke forth in concert flung adown the dells , And upward , high as Malvern's cloudy crest ; Sweet tones , and caught by a ...
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... sorrow bent ! -www YE sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth ! In whose collegiate shelter England's Flowers Expand , enjoying through their vernal hours The air of liberty , the light of truth ; Much have ye suffered from Time's gnawing ...
... sorrow bent ! -www YE sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth ! In whose collegiate shelter England's Flowers Expand , enjoying through their vernal hours The air of liberty , the light of truth ; Much have ye suffered from Time's gnawing ...
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... sorrow cling , When thankfulness were best ? -Fresh - flowing tears , Or , where tears flow not , sigh succeeding sigh , Yield to such after - thought the sole reply Which justly it can claim . The Nation hears In this deep knell ...
... sorrow cling , When thankfulness were best ? -Fresh - flowing tears , Or , where tears flow not , sigh succeeding sigh , Yield to such after - thought the sole reply Which justly it can claim . The Nation hears In this deep knell ...
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Страница 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Страница 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Страница 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Страница 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Страница 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Страница 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Страница 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Страница 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Страница 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Страница 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...