The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 pages |
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... death went forth ' Gainst him who raised it , -his last work on earth : Thence has it , with the Son , so strong a hold Upon his Father's memory , that his hands , Through reverence , touch it only to repair Its waste . - Though ...
... death went forth ' Gainst him who raised it , -his last work on earth : Thence has it , with the Son , so strong a hold Upon his Father's memory , that his hands , Through reverence , touch it only to repair Its waste . - Though ...
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... new Church be worthy of its aim That in its beauty Cardiff may rejoice ! Oh ! in the past if cause there was for shame , Let not our times halt in their better choice . On the death WHY should we weep or mourn , MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 69.
... new Church be worthy of its aim That in its beauty Cardiff may rejoice ! Oh ! in the past if cause there was for shame , Let not our times halt in their better choice . On the death WHY should we weep or mourn , MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 69.
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... Death has proved His might , nor less his mercy , as behoved- Death conscious that he only could destroy The bodily frame . That beauty is laid low To moulder in a far - off field of Rome ; But Heaven is now , blest Child , thy Spirit's ...
... Death has proved His might , nor less his mercy , as behoved- Death conscious that he only could destroy The bodily frame . That beauty is laid low To moulder in a far - off field of Rome ; But Heaven is now , blest Child , thy Spirit's ...
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... death ? -ww- ENGLAND ! the time is come when thou shouldst wean A Call to Thy heart from its emasculating food ; The truth should now be better understood ; Old things have been unsettled ; we have seen Fair seed - time , better harvest ...
... death ? -ww- ENGLAND ! the time is come when thou shouldst wean A Call to Thy heart from its emasculating food ; The truth should now be better understood ; Old things have been unsettled ; we have seen Fair seed - time , better harvest ...
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... yours before ; - No parleying now ! In Britain is one breath ; We all are with you now from shore to shore : - Ye men of Kent , ' tis victory or death ! WHAT if our numbers barely could defy The arithmetic of 84 POLITICAL SONNETS.
... yours before ; - No parleying now ! In Britain is one breath ; We all are with you now from shore to shore : - Ye men of Kent , ' tis victory or death ! WHAT if our numbers barely could defy The arithmetic of 84 POLITICAL SONNETS.
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Page 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Page 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Page 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Page 146 - 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 sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Page 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Page 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Page 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Page 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Page 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Page 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES 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,...