A selection from the works of William Wordsworth, selected and arranged by F.T. Palgrave |
Parole e frasi comuni
art thou beatific beauty behold beneath blessed Borrowdale bower breath bright Busk calm cheerful Child church-yard cloth gilt clouds Cockermouth DAILY TELEGRAPH dear deep delight dost doth drest dwell earth Ennerdale fair Fancy fear feel fields flowers friends gaze gentle glad glory gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree groves half-calf happy happy days hath heard heart heaven hills hope hour human lake LAODAMIA Leonard light live lofty lonely look Luke Lycoris mind morning mountains murmur Nature Nature's never night o'er passed pensive pleasure PLUTARCH poet Priest quiet rills rocks round seemed shade Shepherd sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars stone stream sunshine sweet thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees Twill vale voice wander waters Wealth of Nations wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow Youth
Brani popolari
Pagina 214 - THE SOLITARY REAPER BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Pagina 21 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven
Pagina 53 - bosom all the year; And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. XLIU BY THE SEA-SIDE 1802 THE sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; Air
Pagina 6 - VII 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
Pagina 152 - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! '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
Pagina 2 - A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; A
Pagina 168 - I had, my Country !—am I to be blamed ? Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled
Pagina 117 - that from the Boy there came Feelings and emanations—things which were Light to the sun and music to the wind; And that the old Man's heart seemed born again ? Thus in his Father's sight the Boy grew up : And now, when he had reached his eighteenth year He was his comfort and his daily hope.
Pagina 162 - Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear The longest date do melt like frosty rime, That in the morning whitened hill and plain And is no more; drop like the tower sublime Of yesterday, which royally did wear
Pagina 211 - TO A HIGHLAND GIRL AT INVERSNEYDE, UPON LOCH LOMOND SWEET Highland Girl, a very shower Of beauty is thy earthly dower ! Twice seven consenting years have shed Their utmost bounty on thy head : And these grey rocks; that household lawn ; Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn; This fall of water that doth make A murmur near the silent