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 - Всего страниц: 527 |
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... Reader that the stoves in North Germany generally have the impression of a galloping Horse upon them , this being part of the Brunswick Arms . A FIG for your languages , German and Norse ! Let me have the song of the Kettle ; And the ...
... Reader that the stoves in North Germany generally have the impression of a galloping Horse upon them , this being part of the Brunswick Arms . A FIG for your languages , German and Norse ! Let me have the song of the Kettle ; And the ...
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... Reader , I perceive How patiently you've waited , And I'm afraid that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in every ...
... Reader , I perceive How patiently you've waited , And I'm afraid that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in every ...
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... Reader , learn from this my fate - how false , How treacherous to her promise is the World , And trust in God - to whose eternal doom Must bend the sceptred Potentates of Earth . III . 1 3 . THERE never breathed a man 328.
... Reader , learn from this my fate - how false , How treacherous to her promise is the World , And trust in God - to whose eternal doom Must bend the sceptred Potentates of Earth . III . 1 3 . THERE never breathed a man 328.
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... Reader of English History , was the person who after the battle of Wakefield slew , in the pursuit , the young Earl of Rutland , son of the Duke of York who had fallen in the battle , " in part of revenge " ( say the Authors of the ...
... Reader of English History , was the person who after the battle of Wakefield slew , in the pursuit , the young Earl of Rutland , son of the Duke of York who had fallen in the battle , " in part of revenge " ( say the Authors of the ...
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... reader . they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places ; thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations , and thou shalt be called the repairer of the breach , the restorer of paths to dwell in . " The Earl of ...
... reader . they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places ; thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations , and thou shalt be called the repairer of the breach , the restorer of paths to dwell in . " The Earl of ...
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Стр. 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...