The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 7William Paterson, 1885 |
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. X CONTENTS . PAGE ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS - continued . VIII . ACQUITTAL OF THE BISHOPS . 77 IX . WILLIAM THE THIRD . 78 · X. OBLIGATIONS OF CIVIL TO RELIGIOUS LIBERTY . 78 XI . SACHEVEREL . 79 ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. X CONTENTS . PAGE ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS - continued . VIII . ACQUITTAL OF THE BISHOPS . 77 IX . WILLIAM THE THIRD . 78 · X. OBLIGATIONS OF CIVIL TO RELIGIOUS LIBERTY . 78 XI . SACHEVEREL . 79 ...
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. CONTENTS . ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS - continued . XLIV . THE SAME . XLV . CONTINUED . xi PAGE 101 102 XLVI . EJACULATION . XLVII . CONCLUSION . 102 103 MEMORY . TO THE LADY FLEMING , ON SEEING THE ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. CONTENTS . ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS - continued . XLIV . THE SAME . XLV . CONTINUED . xi PAGE 101 102 XLVI . EJACULATION . XLVII . CONCLUSION . 102 103 MEMORY . TO THE LADY FLEMING , ON SEEING THE ...
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight .xii CONTENTS . PAGE TRINITY LODGE , CAMBRIDGE . MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS - continued . ! FAIR PRIME OF LIFE ! WERE IT ENOUGH TO GILD . RETIREMENT . THERE IS A PLEASURE IN POETIC PAINS . RECOLLECTION ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight .xii CONTENTS . PAGE TRINITY LODGE , CAMBRIDGE . MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS - continued . ! FAIR PRIME OF LIFE ! WERE IT ENOUGH TO GILD . RETIREMENT . THERE IS A PLEASURE IN POETIC PAINS . RECOLLECTION ...
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. xvi CONTENTS . PAGE NOT IN THE LUCID INTERVALS OF LIFE . 390 BY THE SIDE OF RYDAL MERE . 391 SOFT AS A CLOUD IS YON Blue Ridge - THE MERE . 393 THE LEAVES THAT RUSTLED ON THIS OAK - CROWNED HILL ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. xvi CONTENTS . PAGE NOT IN THE LUCID INTERVALS OF LIFE . 390 BY THE SIDE OF RYDAL MERE . 391 SOFT AS A CLOUD IS YON Blue Ridge - THE MERE . 393 THE LEAVES THAT RUSTLED ON THIS OAK - CROWNED HILL ...
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altar Ambleside ancient aught Bard beauty bird Bishop blest Bothwell Castle bowers breath bright brow Christian Church Coleorton Comp Compare crown dear Devil's Bridge divine Dorothy Wordsworth doth dread earth EGYPTIAN MAID England fair faith Fancy fear feeling Fenwick note flowers Forum Trajanum gentle grace Grasmere hand happy hath heart Heaven Henry Reed hill holy hope Isle King Lady Beaumont light living look Lord meek memory mind Monks morn mountain Muse natural o'er peace Penrith Peter Waldo PILLAR OF TRAJAN poem prayer rites river Derwent river Mynach Roman round RUSSIAN FUGITIVE Rydal Mount sacred scorn shade sigh smile smooth soft song Sonnet soul spirit spread St Bees STAFFA stanza stars stream sweet tears thee thou thought tower Trajan Trajan's Column truth vale verse voice Wicliffe wild wind wings words Written at Rydal
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Page 140 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Page 159 - Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
Page 47 - Thus this brook has conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean; and thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over.
Page 113 - To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye Convinced that there, there only, she can lay Secure foundations.
Page 76 - Bodies fall by wild sword-law ; • But who would force the Soul, tilts with a straw Against a Champion cased in adamant.
Page 177 - 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 75 - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. With moistened eye We read of faith and purest charity = In Statesman, Priest, and humble Citizen: O could we copy their mild virtues, then What joy to live, what blessedness to die!
Page 275 - 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 203 - A Voice to Light gave Being ; To Time, and man his earthborn chronicler ; A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing, And sweep away life's visionary stir ; The trumpet (we, intoxicate with pride, Arm at its blast for deadly wars) To archangelic lips applied, The grave shall open, quench the stars.
Page 116 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.