The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 7

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Macmillan, 1896

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Contents

A Jewish Family
195
A GraveStone upon the Floor in the Cloisters of Wor
201
Gold and Silver Fishes in a Vase
214
Poems composed or suggested during a Tour in
218
Humanity
222
Thoughts on the Seasons
229
The Russian Fugitive
239
The Egyptian Maid or The Romance of the Water Lily
252
The Poet and the Caged Turtledove
265
Chatsworth thy stately mansion and the pride
272
Yarrow Revisited and Other Poems Continued
274
Yarrow Revisited and Other Poems
278
1832
314
Loving and Liking
320
Summer of 1833
325
Το upon the Birth of her Firstborn Child March
328
If this great world of joy and pain
336
Adieu Rydalian Laurels that have grown
342
Why should the Enthusiast journeying through this Isle
343
To the River Greta near Keswick
344
To the River Derwent
345
In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth
346
Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle
347
To a Friend
348
Mary Queen of Scots
349
Stanzas suggested in a SteamBoat off Saint Bees Heads on the Coast of Cumberland
351
In the Channel between the Coast of Cumber land and the Isle of Man
358
At Sea off the Isle of Man
359
Desire we past illusions to recal?
360
By the SeaShore Isle of Man
361
Isle of Man
362
Isle of Man
363
By a Retired Mariner
364
At BalaSala Isle of Man
365
Tynwald Hill
366
Despond who willI heard a Voice exclaim
368
In the Frith of Clyde Ailsa Crag during an Eclipse of the Sun July 17
369
On the Frith of Clyde
370
On revisiting Dunolly Castle
371
The Dunolly Eagle
372
Not in the lucid intervals of life
402
The Labourers NoonDay Hymn
408
ADDENDA
415

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Page 267 - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul, Take hands and dance there, a fantastic ring, Round the ancient idol, on his base again, The grand Perhaps ! We look on helplessly.
Page 144 - To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler! — that love-prompted strain — 'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond — Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain: Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring.
Page 106 - Albeit labouring for a scanty band Of white-robed Scholars only — this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence! Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That...
Page 100 - Truth fails not ; but her outward forms that bear The longest date do melt like frosty rime, That in the morning whitened hill and plain And is no more ; drop like the tower sublime Of yesterday, which royally did wear His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air, Or the unimaginable touch of Time.
Page 66 - ... gave him good counsel and his benediction, but forgot to give him money, which when the bishop had considered, he sent a servant in all haste to call Richard back to him; and at Richard's return the bishop said to him, ' Richard, I sent for you back to lend you a horse, which hath carried me many a mile, and, I thank God, with much ease...
Page 401 - ... Traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon ; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. — If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse : With Thought and Love companions of our way — Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, — The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
Page 164 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow...
Page 285 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Page 55 - MOTHER ! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied ; Woman ! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature's solitary boast ; Purer than foam on central Ocean tost Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemished moco Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast : Thy Image falls to earth.
Page 345 - Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song, And, from his alder shades and rocky falls, And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice That flowed along my dreams?

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