The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
Dall'interno del libro
Risultati 1-5 di 33
Pagina 21
... my little porringer , And eat my supper there . The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away . So in the church - yard she was laid ; WE ARE SEVEN . 1126.
... my little porringer , And eat my supper there . The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away . So in the church - yard she was laid ; WE ARE SEVEN . 1126.
Pagina 24
... pain . The green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me every trace Of inward sadness had its charm ; " Kilve ...
... pain . The green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me every trace Of inward sadness had its charm ; " Kilve ...
Pagina 38
... make one imagery ; O blessed Vision ! happy Child ! That art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest 38 To H C six Years old.
... make one imagery ; O blessed Vision ! happy Child ! That art so exquisitely wild , I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years . I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest 38 To H C six Years old.
Pagina 39
William Wordsworth. I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest , Lord of thy house and hospitality ; And Grief , uneasy Lover ! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee . Oh ! too industrious folly ! Oh ! vain and ...
William Wordsworth. I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest , Lord of thy house and hospitality ; And Grief , uneasy Lover ! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee . Oh ! too industrious folly ! Oh ! vain and ...
Pagina 41
... pain and fear , until we recognise A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me With stinted kindness . In November days , When vapours rolling down the valleys made A lonely scene more lonesome ...
... pain and fear , until we recognise A grandeur in the beatings of the heart . Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me With stinted kindness . In November days , When vapours rolling down the valleys made A lonely scene more lonesome ...
Altre edizioni - Visualizza tutto
The poetical works of William Wordsworth, Volume 1 William [poetical works] Wordsworth Visualizzazione completa - 1849 |
Parole e frasi comuni
Alps art thou Babe beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy Bird bowers breast breath bright brook Brother CHARLES LAMB cheerful Child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage crag dear delight door dread Ennerdale eyes Fancy Father fear flowers Friend gale gleam glittering gone Grasmere grave green happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope horse hour Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lamb LEONARD light lived LONGEST DAY look Luke lyre mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er pain Paradise Lost pleasure Poems Poet poor porringer PRIEST rill rocks round RYDAL MOUNT shade Shepherd side sight silent sleep smiles snow song soul sound spirit star steep summer Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas Twill vale voice Waggon waterfall ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood Youth
Brani popolari
Pagina 168 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Pagina xxviii - 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 22 - Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Pagina 42 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round ! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep.
Pagina 255 - With others round them, earnest all and blithe, Would Michael exercise his heart with looks Of fond correction and reproof bestowed Upon the Child, if he disturbed the sheep By catching at their legs, or with his shouts Scared them, while they lay still beneath the shears.
Pagina 16 - That, Father ! will I gladly do : 'Tis scarcely afternoon — The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon...
Pagina 350 - But the Kitten, how she starts, Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts! First at one, and then its fellow Just as light and just as yellow; There are many now — now one — Now they stop and there are none.
Pagina 268 - He at the building of this Sheepfold wrought, And left the work unfinished when he died. Three years, or little more, did Isabel Survive her Husband: at her death the estate Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand. The Cottage which was named the EVENING STAR...
Pagina 324 - THE GREEN LINNET. BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together.
Pagina 252 - Sat round the basket piled with oaten cakes, And their plain home-made cheese. Yet when the meal Was ended, Luke (for so the son was named) And his old father both betook themselves To such convenient work as might employ Their hands by the fireside ; perhaps to card...