Poems of WordsworthHarper & brothers, 1879 - 60 pages |
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... fear subdued by faith , Of blessed consolations in distress , Of moral strength and intellectual power , Of joy in widest commonalty spread " " then we have a poet intent on " the best and master We say , thing , " and who prosecutes ...
... fear subdued by faith , Of blessed consolations in distress , Of moral strength and intellectual power , Of joy in widest commonalty spread " " then we have a poet intent on " the best and master We say , thing , " and who prosecutes ...
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... standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms ! the like thou needest not fear- The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little Young One , rest ; thou POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 13.
... standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms ! the like thou needest not fear- The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little Young One , rest ; thou POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 13.
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... fear ; Such tales as told to any maid By such a youth , in the green shade , Were perilous to hear . He told of girls - a happy rout ! Who quit their fold with dance and shout , Their pleasant Indian town , To gather strawberries all ...
... fear ; Such tales as told to any maid By such a youth , in the green shade , Were perilous to hear . He told of girls - a happy rout ! Who quit their fold with dance and shout , Their pleasant Indian town , To gather strawberries all ...
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... fear that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in everything . What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly ...
... fear that you expect Some tale will be related . O Reader ! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring , O gentle Reader ! you would find A tale in everything . What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly ...
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... fear ! At length upon the Shepherd's mind It breaks , and all is clear : He instantly recalled the name , And who he was , and whence he came ; Remembered , too , the very day On which the traveller passed this way . 1 Tarn is a small ...
... fear ! At length upon the Shepherd's mind It breaks , and all is clear : He instantly recalled the name , And who he was , and whence he came ; Remembered , too , the very day On which the traveller passed this way . 1 Tarn is a small ...
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Page 4 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Page 132 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking ? — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Page 60 - All things that love the sun are out of doors ; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops ;— on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Page 240 - Once again I see' These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Page 216 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 193 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 62 - Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep — in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.
Page 235 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus 410 The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Page 291 - tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Page 198 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...