The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 5Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
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... wish'd - for port to which my course was bound . Thither I came , and there , amid the gloom Spread by a brotherhood of lofty elms , Appear'd a roofless Hut ; four naked walls That stared upon each other ! I looked round , And to my wish ...
... wish'd - for port to which my course was bound . Thither I came , and there , amid the gloom Spread by a brotherhood of lofty elms , Appear'd a roofless Hut ; four naked walls That stared upon each other ! I looked round , And to my wish ...
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... wish'd he that the winds might rage When they were silent ; far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights the conflict and the sounds - That live in darkness : from his intellect And from the stillness of ...
... wish'd he that the winds might rage When they were silent ; far more fondly now Than in his earlier season did he love Tempestuous nights the conflict and the sounds - That live in darkness : from his intellect And from the stillness of ...
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... wish ; - but for my hope Methought she did not thank me . I return'd , And took my rounds along this road again Ere on its sunny bank the primrose flower Peep'd forth , to give an earnest of the Spring . I found her sad and drooping ...
... wish ; - but for my hope Methought she did not thank me . I return'd , And took my rounds along this road again Ere on its sunny bank the primrose flower Peep'd forth , to give an earnest of the Spring . I found her sad and drooping ...
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... little orphan Boy , she said , She had no wish to live , that she must die Of sorrow . Yet I saw the idle loom Still in its place ; his Sunday garments hung Upon the self - same nail ; his very staff 38 THE WANDERER .
... little orphan Boy , she said , She had no wish to live , that she must die Of sorrow . Yet I saw the idle loom Still in its place ; his Sunday garments hung Upon the self - same nail ; his very staff 38 THE WANDERER .
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... the thickets blown , And pure as dew bathing their crimson leaves . Mount slowly , Sun ! that we may journey long , By this dark hill protected from thy beams ! Such is the summer Pilgrim's frequent wish ; But quickly D 2 THE SOLITARY . 51.
... the thickets blown , And pure as dew bathing their crimson leaves . Mount slowly , Sun ! that we may journey long , By this dark hill protected from thy beams ! Such is the summer Pilgrim's frequent wish ; But quickly D 2 THE SOLITARY . 51.
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age to age aught beauty behold beneath breath bright calm ceased cheerful Child Church-yard clouds Cottage course dark Death delight doth dwell earth Epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields firmament of heaven flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove guardian rocks hand happy hath heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human labour less light live lofty lonely look mind mortal mountain muse Nature Nature's o'er pains pass'd Pastor peace pensive pity pleased pleasure praise pure racter rest Rill rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage Nations seat seem'd shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude sorrow soul spake speak spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts tow'rd trees truth turn twas Vale vex'd Vicar virtue voice Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words Youth
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Page 178 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Page 82 - Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright In avenues disposed : there towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars...
Page 6 - Oh ! many are the Poets that are sown By Nature ; men endowed with highest gifts, The vision and the faculty divine ; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse...
Page xiv - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy — scooped out By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man, My haunt, and the main region of my Song.
Page 81 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted...
Page xiv - A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day. — I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation...
Page 177 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 132 - The darts of anguish fix not where the seat Of suffering hath been thoroughly fortified By acquiescence in the Will supreme For time and for eternity; by faith, Faith absolute in God, including hope, And the defence that lies in boundless love Of his perfections; with habitual dread Of aught unworthily conceived, endured Impatiently, ill-done, or left undone, To the dishonor of his holy name.
Page 24 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Page 42 - mid the calm oblivious tendencies Of nature, 'mid her plants, and weeds, and flowers, And silent overgrowings, still survived.