The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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Pagina 13
... Beneath the church - yard tree . " " 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 WE ARE SEVEN . 13.
... Beneath the church - yard tree . " " 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 WE ARE SEVEN . 13.
Pagina 22
... Beneath a rock , upon the grass , Two Boys are sitting in the sun ; Boys that have had no work to do , Or work that now is done . On pipes of sycamore they play The fragments of a Christmas Hymn ; Or with that plant which in our dale We ...
... Beneath a rock , upon the grass , Two Boys are sitting in the sun ; Boys that have had no work to do , Or work that now is done . On pipes of sycamore they play The fragments of a Christmas Hymn ; Or with that plant which in our dale We ...
Pagina 27
... Beneath the gloomy hills , I homeward went In solitude , such intercourse was mine : ' Twas mine among the fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was INFLUENCE OF ...
... Beneath the gloomy hills , I homeward went In solitude , such intercourse was mine : ' Twas mine among the fields both day and night , And by the waters , all the summer long . And in the frosty season , when the sun Was INFLUENCE OF ...
Pagina 60
... Beneath an old grey oak , as violets lie , Stretched at his feet with stedfast , upward eye , His children's children joined the holy sound ; A Hermit with his family around ! But let us hence , for fair Locarno smiles Embowered in ...
... Beneath an old grey oak , as violets lie , Stretched at his feet with stedfast , upward eye , His children's children joined the holy sound ; A Hermit with his family around ! But let us hence , for fair Locarno smiles Embowered in ...
Pagina 61
... beneath the rocks . The mind condemned , without reprieve , to go O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe , With sad congratulation joins the train , Where beasts and men together o'er the plain Move on a mighty caravan of pain ...
... beneath the rocks . The mind condemned , without reprieve , to go O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe , With sad congratulation joins the train , Where beasts and men together o'er the plain Move on a mighty caravan of pain ...
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Alps art thou beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy Bird bowers breast breath bright Brother CHARLES LAMB cheer Child church-yard cliffs clouds Coleorton cottage crag dear delight door Ennerdale eyes Fancy Father fear feel flowers Friend gone Grasmere grave green happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lamb LEONARD light living look lyre mind Moon morning Mother mountain nature never night o'er Ossian pain Paradise Lost pleasure Poems Poet poetry porringer PRIEST racter Reader rill rocks round shade Shakspeare Shepherd side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smiles snow solitude song soul sound spirit spot star steep stone Sugh summer Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale voice Waggon ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood youth
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Pagina xxvii - 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...
Pagina 122 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Pagina 14 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard 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.
Pagina 120 - 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!
Pagina 336 - Works, it is this, — that every author, as far as he is great and at the same time original, has had the task of creating the taste by which he is to be enjoyed : so has it been, so will it continue to be.
Pagina 252 - Joyous as morning, Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain River Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Pagina 12 - They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank ; And further there were none...
Pagina 182 - And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Pagina 4 - Oh ! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey : — with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she, God love her ! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
Pagina 20 - What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee?