Poems, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... laughed myself to scorn , to find In that decrepit Man so firm a mind . " God , " said I , " be my help and stay secure ; I'll think of the Leech - gatherer on the lonely moor . " XXVII . THE THORN . " THERE is a Thorn 34.
... laughed myself to scorn , to find In that decrepit Man so firm a mind . " God , " said I , " be my help and stay secure ; I'll think of the Leech - gatherer on the lonely moor . " XXVII . THE THORN . " THERE is a Thorn 34.
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William Wordsworth. XXVII . THE THORN . " THERE is a Thorn - it looks so old , In truth , you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and gray . Not higher than a two years ' child It stands erect , this ...
William Wordsworth. XXVII . THE THORN . " THERE is a Thorn - it looks so old , In truth , you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and gray . Not higher than a two years ' child It stands erect , this ...
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... Thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever . High on a mountain's highest ridge ...
... Thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor Thorn for ever . High on a mountain's highest ridge ...
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... Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an infant's grave in size , As like as like can be : But never , never any where , An infant's grave was half so fair . Now would you see this aged Thorn , This Pond 37.
... Thorn you see , So fresh in all its beauteous dyes , Is like an infant's grave in size , As like as like can be : But never , never any where , An infant's grave was half so fair . Now would you see this aged Thorn , This Pond 37.
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... Thorn she sits When the blue daylight's in the skies , And when the whirlwind's on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And to herself she cries , " Oh misery ! oh misery ! Oh woe is me ! oh misery ! " " Now wherefore , thus ...
... Thorn she sits When the blue daylight's in the skies , And when the whirlwind's on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And to herself she cries , " Oh misery ! oh misery ! Oh woe is me ! oh misery ! " " Now wherefore , thus ...
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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 212 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour ; .England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Страница 355 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks, which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Страница 191 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Страница 338 - 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...
Страница 381 - In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs: in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Страница 105 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect.
Страница 80 - Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Страница 30 - 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 354 - 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 352 - Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...