The Poetical Works of William WordsworthGeorge Routledge and Sons, Broadway, Ludgate Hill, 1878 - 496 pages |
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... face of things To the Men of Kent , October , 1803 What if our numbers barely could defy Lines on the Expected Invasion , 1803 Anticipation , October , 1803 . Another year ! another deadly blow ! Ode . Who rises on the banks of Seine 73 ...
... face of things To the Men of Kent , October , 1803 What if our numbers barely could defy Lines on the Expected Invasion , 1803 Anticipation , October , 1803 . Another year ! another deadly blow ! Ode . Who rises on the banks of Seine 73 ...
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... faces bright Ode , 1814.- - When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch . Feelings of a French Royalist , on the Disinterment of the Remains of the Duc d'Enghien Occasioned by the Battle of Waterloo . Siege of Vienna raised by John ...
... faces bright Ode , 1814.- - When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch . Feelings of a French Royalist , on the Disinterment of the Remains of the Duc d'Enghien Occasioned by the Battle of Waterloo . Siege of Vienna raised by John ...
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... face , His shattered hopes and crosses , To them , ' mid Kirtle's pleasant braes , Reclined on flowers and mosses ? Alas that ever he was born ! The Gordon , couched behind a thorn , Sees them and their caressing ; Beholds them blest ...
... face , His shattered hopes and crosses , To them , ' mid Kirtle's pleasant braes , Reclined on flowers and mosses ? Alas that ever he was born ! The Gordon , couched behind a thorn , Sees them and their caressing ; Beholds them blest ...
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... face , In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and homebred sense Ripening in perfect innocence . Here scattered , like a random seed , Remote from men , thou dost not need The embarrassed look of shy distress , And maidenly ...
... face , In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and homebred sense Ripening in perfect innocence . Here scattered , like a random seed , Remote from men , thou dost not need The embarrassed look of shy distress , And maidenly ...
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William Wordsworth. And , far and near , through vale and hill , Are faces that attest the same ; The proud heart flashing through the eyes , At sound of ROB ROY's name . XII . SONNET . COMPOSED AT CASTLE . DEGENERATE Douglas ! O the ...
William Wordsworth. And , far and near , through vale and hill , Are faces that attest the same ; The proud heart flashing through the eyes , At sound of ROB ROY's name . XII . SONNET . COMPOSED AT CASTLE . DEGENERATE Douglas ! O the ...
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Page 228 - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep : so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Page 174 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Page 19 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 174 - 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.
Page 262 - Duty, if that name thou love, Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work, and know it not...
Page 179 - 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; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Page 264 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good...
Page 176 - Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' Darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
Page 180 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight 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...
Page 180 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.