The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 4G. Bell & Sons, 1893 |
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... standing with a voice of power , That ancient voice which wont to call To mass or some high festival ; And in the shattered fabric's heart Remaineth one protected part ; A Chapel , like a wild - bird's nest , Closely embowered and ...
... standing with a voice of power , That ancient voice which wont to call To mass or some high festival ; And in the shattered fabric's heart Remaineth one protected part ; A Chapel , like a wild - bird's nest , Closely embowered and ...
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... There , face by face , and hand by hand , The Claphams and Mauleverers stand ; And , in his place , among son and sire , Is John de Clapham , that fierce Esquire , 250 A valiant man , and a name of dread 12 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... There , face by face , and hand by hand , The Claphams and Mauleverers stand ; And , in his place , among son and sire , Is John de Clapham , that fierce Esquire , 250 A valiant man , and a name of dread 12 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... standing on this old church tower , In many a calm propitious hour , Perused , with him , the starry sky ; Or , in ... stand the people in a ring , Gazing , doubting , questioning ; Yea , many overcome in spite Of recollections clear ...
... standing on this old church tower , In many a calm propitious hour , Perused , with him , the starry sky ; Or , in ... stand the people in a ring , Gazing , doubting , questioning ; Yea , many overcome in spite Of recollections clear ...
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... stand In solitude , and utter peace : But , Harp ! thy murmurs may not cease- 330 A Spirit , with his angelic wings ... standing by , 340 345 Her Father did with joy behold , — Exulting in THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 15.
... stand In solitude , and utter peace : But , Harp ! thy murmurs may not cease- 330 A Spirit , with his angelic wings ... standing by , 340 345 Her Father did with joy behold , — Exulting in THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE . 15.
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... stand Between him and the pure intent Of love on which his soul was bent . " For thee , for thee , is left the sense Of trial past without offence 520 1 See the Old Ballad , - " The Rising of the North . " To God or man ; such innocence ...
... stand Between him and the pure intent Of love on which his soul was bent . " For thee , for thee , is left the sense Of trial past without offence 520 1 See the Old Ballad , - " The Rising of the North . " To God or man ; such innocence ...
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Page 199 - LINES, WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 228 - W'ho, 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 receives...
Page 3 - For take an example of a dog, and mark what a generosity and courage he will put on when he finds himself maintained by a man, who to him is instead of a God, or melior natura, which courage is manifestly such as that creature, without that confidence, of a better nature than his own could never attain. So man, when he resteth and assureth himself upon divine protection and favor, gathereth a force and faith which human nature in itself could not obtain.
Page 218 - Blessings be with them and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Page 235 - A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade; There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught.
Page 229 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means, and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Page 227 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 201 - IT is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than Before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Page 227 - I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
Page 215 - For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.