The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 - English poetry |
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... wish for more , Gay June would scorn us ; but when bleak winds roar Through the stiff lance - like shoots of pollard ash , Dread swell of sound ! loud as the gusts that lash The matted forests of Ontario's shore By wasteful steel ...
... wish for more , Gay June would scorn us ; but when bleak winds roar Through the stiff lance - like shoots of pollard ash , Dread swell of sound ! loud as the gusts that lash The matted forests of Ontario's shore By wasteful steel ...
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... wish may be embosomed here , Mother of LOVE ! for this deep vale , protect Truth's holy lamp , pure source of bright effect , Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere That seeks to stifle it ; - as in those days When this low Pile * a ...
... wish may be embosomed here , Mother of LOVE ! for this deep vale , protect Truth's holy lamp , pure source of bright effect , Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere That seeks to stifle it ; - as in those days When this low Pile * a ...
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... to the Stream , or as recollections of the scenes upon its banks awakened a wish to describe them . In this manner I had proceeded insensibly , - without perceiving that I was trespassing upon ground pre- occupied Postscript.
... to the Stream , or as recollections of the scenes upon its banks awakened a wish to describe them . In this manner I had proceeded insensibly , - without perceiving that I was trespassing upon ground pre- occupied Postscript.
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... wish to exercise , by the restriction which the frame of the Sonnet imposed upon me , narrowing un- avoidably the range of thought , and precluding , though not without its advantages , many graces to which a freer movement of verse ...
... wish to exercise , by the restriction which the frame of the Sonnet imposed upon me , narrowing un- avoidably the range of thought , and precluding , though not without its advantages , many graces to which a freer movement of verse ...
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... the tottering seat Of courtly grandeur , and become as great As are his mounting wishes ; but for me , Let sweet repose and rest my portion be . HENRY FOREST , Curate . Honour , the idol which the most adore , Receives NOTES . 47.
... the tottering seat Of courtly grandeur , and become as great As are his mounting wishes ; but for me , Let sweet repose and rest my portion be . HENRY FOREST , Curate . Honour , the idol which the most adore , Receives NOTES . 47.
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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...