Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 pages |
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Page 78
... language of the sense , The anchor of my purest thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart , and soul Of all my moral being . Nor perchance , If I were not thus taught , should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to ...
... language of the sense , The anchor of my purest thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart , and soul Of all my moral being . Nor perchance , If I were not thus taught , should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to ...
Page 110
... languages , German and Norse ! Let me have the song of the Kettle ; And the tongs and the poker , instead of that Horse That gallops away with such fury and force On this dreary dull plate of black metal . Our earth is no doubt made of ...
... languages , German and Norse ! Let me have the song of the Kettle ; And the tongs and the poker , instead of that Horse That gallops away with such fury and force On this dreary dull plate of black metal . Our earth is no doubt made of ...
Page 267
... language of the Country are called Dungeons . Most of the Mountains here mentioned immediately surround the Vale of Gras- mere ; of the others , some are at a considerable distance , but they belong to the same cluster . III . THERE is ...
... language of the Country are called Dungeons . Most of the Mountains here mentioned immediately surround the Vale of Gras- mere ; of the others , some are at a considerable distance , but they belong to the same cluster . III . THERE is ...
Page 363
... language of men in a state of vivid sensation , that sort of pleasure and that quantity of pleasure may be imparted , which a Poet may rationally endeavour to impart . I had formed no very inaccurate estimate of the probable effect of ...
... language of men in a state of vivid sensation , that sort of pleasure and that quantity of pleasure may be imparted , which a Poet may rationally endeavour to impart . I had formed no very inaccurate estimate of the probable effect of ...
Page 364
... language and the human mind . act and re - act on each other , and without retracing the revo- lutions , not of literature alone , but likewise of society itself . I have therefore altogether declined to enter regularly upon this ...
... language and the human mind . act and re - act on each other , and without retracing the revo- lutions , not of literature alone , but likewise of society itself . I have therefore altogether declined to enter regularly upon this ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Page 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 336 - 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 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Page 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 345 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 28 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 352 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Page 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, 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 351 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...