The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: In Six Volumes, Том 6Edward Moxon, 1857 |
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... mortal state . -To these emotions , whencesoe'er they come , Whether from breath of outward circumstance , Or from the Soul - an impulse to herself- I would give utterance in numerous verse . Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love , and ...
... mortal state . -To these emotions , whencesoe'er they come , Whether from breath of outward circumstance , Or from the Soul - an impulse to herself- I would give utterance in numerous verse . Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love , and ...
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... mortal stillness ; and they ministered To human comfort . Stooping down to drink , Upon the slimy foot - stone I espied The useless fragment of a wooden bowl , Green with the moss of years , and subject only To the soft handling of the ...
... mortal stillness ; and they ministered To human comfort . Stooping down to drink , Upon the slimy foot - stone I espied The useless fragment of a wooden bowl , Green with the moss of years , and subject only To the soft handling of the ...
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... mortal taint . How shall I trace the change , how bear to tell That he broke faith with them whom he had laid In earth's dark chambers , with a Christian's hope ! An infidel contempt of holy writ Stole by degrees upon his mind ; and ...
... mortal taint . How shall I trace the change , how bear to tell That he broke faith with them whom he had laid In earth's dark chambers , with a Christian's hope ! An infidel contempt of holy writ Stole by degrees upon his mind ; and ...
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... mortal sickness on her face appeared , He coloured objects to his own desire ▾ As with a lover's passion . Yet his moods Of pain were keen as those of better men , Nay keener , as his fortitude was less : And he continued , when worse ...
... mortal sickness on her face appeared , He coloured objects to his own desire ▾ As with a lover's passion . Yet his moods Of pain were keen as those of better men , Nay keener , as his fortitude was less : And he continued , when worse ...
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... mortal life , Sickness , or accident , or grief , or pain . On these and kindred thoughts intent I lay In silence musing by my Comrade's side , He also silent ; when from out the heart Of that profound abyss a solemn voice , Or several ...
... mortal life , Sickness , or accident , or grief , or pain . On these and kindred thoughts intent I lay In silence musing by my Comrade's side , He also silent ; when from out the heart Of that profound abyss a solemn voice , Or several ...
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admiration age to age Alfoxden appeared beauty behold beneath breath bright character cheerful church clouds composition cottage course dark delight earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph faculty faith fancy fear feelings flowers French Revolution Friend grace Grasmere grave grove habits happy hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven hills honour hope human imagination labour language less living lonely look Loughrigg Fell metre mind mortal mountains nature nature's o'er objects Ossian pains Paradise Lost passed passion Pastor peace perceive pleased pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction poetry Pompey's Pillar poor praise prose pure Reader reason rocks round Rydal Mount sate Scotland sense shade Shakspeare sight silent smile Solitary solitude sorrow soul spake speak spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts truth turn vale verse voice Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Страница 393 - As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs ; they on the trading flood, Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying fiend.
Страница 331 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire ; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Страница 18 - 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.
Страница 114 - Possessions vanish, and opinions change, And passions hold a fluctuating seat : But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken, And subject neither to eclipse nor wane, Duty exists; — immutably survive, For our support, the measures and the forms, Which an abstract intelligence supplies; Whose kingdom is, where time and space are not.
Страница 148 - Eternal ! What if these Did never break the stillness that prevails Here, if the solemn nightingale be mute, And the soft woodlark here did never chant Her vespers, Nature fails not to provide Impulse and utterance. The whispering air Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights, And blind recesses of the caverned rocks...
Страница 321 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Страница 337 - He considers man and the objects that surround him as acting and re-acting upon each other, so as to produce an infinite complexity of pain and pleasure; he considers man in his own nature and in his ordinary life as contemplating this with a certain quantity of immediate knowledge, with certain convictions, intuitions, and deductions, which...
Страница 18 - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation : — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Страница 334 - What is a Poet ? To whom does he address himself? And what language is to be expected from him 1—He is a man speaking to men : a man, it is true, endowed with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind...
Страница 354 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me?