The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 - English poetry |
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... dark , To hear and sink again to sleep ! Or , at an earlier call , to mark , By blazing fire , the still suspense Of self - complacent innocence ; The mutual nod , the grave disguise Of hearts with 4 TO THE REV . DR . WORDSWORTH .
... dark , To hear and sink again to sleep ! Or , at an earlier call , to mark , By blazing fire , the still suspense Of self - complacent innocence ; The mutual nod , the grave disguise Of hearts with 4 TO THE REV . DR . WORDSWORTH .
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... dark dell - who first In this pellucid Current slaked his thirst ? What hopes came with him ? what designs were spread Along his path ? His unprotected bed What dreams encompassed ? Was the intruder nursed In hideous usages , and rites ...
... dark dell - who first In this pellucid Current slaked his thirst ? What hopes came with him ? what designs were spread Along his path ? His unprotected bed What dreams encompassed ? Was the intruder nursed In hideous usages , and rites ...
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... DARK plume fetch me from yon blasted Yew , Perched on whose top the Danish Raven croaks ; Aloft , the imperial Bird of Rome invokes Departed ages , shedding where he flew Loose fragments of wild wailing , that bestrew The clouds , and ...
... DARK plume fetch me from yon blasted Yew , Perched on whose top the Danish Raven croaks ; Aloft , the imperial Bird of Rome invokes Departed ages , shedding where he flew Loose fragments of wild wailing , that bestrew The clouds , and ...
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... dark mossy stones seem to sleep in the bed of the foaming Brook ; then , he would be unwilling to move forward , not less from a reluctance to relinquish what he beholds , than from an apprehension of disturbing , by his approach , the ...
... dark mossy stones seem to sleep in the bed of the foaming Brook ; then , he would be unwilling to move forward , not less from a reluctance to relinquish what he beholds , than from an apprehension of disturbing , by his approach , the ...
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... divide The thought while I am by thy side , Acknowledging a grace in this , A comfort in the dark abyss : See the Old Ballad , - → " The Rising of the North . " 8 But look not for me when I am gone , CANTO 11 . 75 OF RYLSTONE . 7 8 9 10 ...
... divide The thought while I am by thy side , Acknowledging a grace in this , A comfort in the dark abyss : See the Old Ballad , - → " The Rising of the North . " 8 But look not for me when I am gone , CANTO 11 . 75 OF RYLSTONE . 7 8 9 10 ...
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Page 313 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 300 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Page 313 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Page 212 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Page 276 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Page 314 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Page 210 - Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Page 257 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young Romilly...
Page 203 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Page 334 - ... on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. — It is not, then, to be supposed that any one, who holds that sublime notion of Poetry...