Select Pieces from the Poems of William WordsworthJ. Burns, 1843 - 233 pages |
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... past , I call thee , and to that cleave fast , - Sweet silent creature , That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature . Address to the Scholars of a ...
... past , I call thee , and to that cleave fast , - Sweet silent creature , That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature . Address to the Scholars of a ...
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... past , Ere from the mutilated bower I turned Exulting , rich beyond the wealth of kings , I felt a sense of pain when I beheld The silent trees , and saw the intruding sky . Then , dearest maiden , move along these shades In gentleness ...
... past , Ere from the mutilated bower I turned Exulting , rich beyond the wealth of kings , I felt a sense of pain when I beheld The silent trees , and saw the intruding sky . Then , dearest maiden , move along these shades In gentleness ...
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... past , One child did it bear , and that child was his last . Now fast up the dell came the noise and the fray , The horse and the horn , and the hark ! hark away ! Old Timothy took up his staff , and he shut With a leisurely motion the ...
... past , One child did it bear , and that child was his last . Now fast up the dell came the noise and the fray , The horse and the horn , and the hark ! hark away ! Old Timothy took up his staff , and he shut With a leisurely motion the ...
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... past her prime ; Majestic in her person , tall and straight , And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gait . The ancient spirit is not dead ; Old times , thought I , are breathing there : Proud was I that my country bred Such ...
... past her prime ; Majestic in her person , tall and straight , And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gait . The ancient spirit is not dead ; Old times , thought I , are breathing there : Proud was I that my country bred Such ...
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... past ! Even from the topmost stone upon the steep Are but three bounds — and look , sir , at the last Oh , master ! it has been a cruel leap . For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race ; And in my simple mind we cannot tell What cause ...
... past ! Even from the topmost stone upon the steep Are but three bounds — and look , sir , at the last Oh , master ! it has been a cruel leap . For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race ; And in my simple mind we cannot tell What cause ...
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Page 4 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 5 - 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 43 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings...
Page 168 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
Page 25 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 164 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Page 93 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Page 147 - tis believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.
Page 159 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ,, And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Page 27 - ... Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...