The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1840 |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
babe beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy bird blessed bowers breast breath bright brook brother CHARLES LAMB cheer child church-yard cliffs cloth clouds cottage crag dear delight door dread EDWARD MOXON Ennerdale eyes Fancy father fear flowers gale gone Grasmere grave green happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope horses hour Idiot Boy images Imagination JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES Johnny Kilve lamb LEONARD light live look Luke Maid mind moon morocco mother mountain never night numbers o'er pain PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure POEMS Poet poor porringer Price PRIEST rocks round SAMUEL ROGERS SAMUEL SHARPE shade Shepherd side sight silent sing sleep smile snow song soul sound star steep Sugh Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought trees vale voice Volumes waggon ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood word Youth
Popular passages
Page 20 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, my sister and my brother; and in the churchyard cottage, I dwell near them with my mother.
Page 21 - You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five. " " Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied ; " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 20 - 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 3 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 149 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Page 29 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Page 17 - But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Page xviii - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 180 - I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me: 'tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead; For, surely, then I should have sight Of him I wait for day and night, With love and longings infinite.
Page xx - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. The...