The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 5Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... feeling pleasures of his loneliness , His observations , and the thoughts his mind Had dealt with I will here record in verse ; - Which , if with truth it correspond , and sink Or rise , as venerable Nature leads , The high and tender ...
... feeling pleasures of his loneliness , His observations , and the thoughts his mind Had dealt with I will here record in verse ; - Which , if with truth it correspond , and sink Or rise , as venerable Nature leads , The high and tender ...
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... even in their fix'd lineaments , Or from the power of a peculiar eye , Or by creative feeling overborne , Or by predominance of thought oppress'd , Even in their fix'd and steady lineaments He traced an B5 THE WANDERER . 9.
... even in their fix'd lineaments , Or from the power of a peculiar eye , Or by creative feeling overborne , Or by predominance of thought oppress'd , Even in their fix'd and steady lineaments He traced an B5 THE WANDERER . 9.
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... feel intensely , cannot but receive . Such was the Boy - but for the growing Youth What soul was his , when , from the naked top Of some bold headland , he beheld the sun Rise up , and bathe the world in light ! Ocean and earth , the ...
... feel intensely , cannot but receive . Such was the Boy - but for the growing Youth What soul was his , when , from the naked top Of some bold headland , he beheld the sun Rise up , and bathe the world in light ! Ocean and earth , the ...
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... feel his faith . Responsive to the writing , all things there Breathed immortality , revolving life , And greatness still revolving ; infinite ; There littleness was not ; the least of things Seem'd infinite ; and there his spirit ...
... feel his faith . Responsive to the writing , all things there Breathed immortality , revolving life , And greatness still revolving ; infinite ; There littleness was not ; the least of things Seem'd infinite ; and there his spirit ...
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... feeling is suppress'd ) preserve the mind Busy in solitude and poverty . These occupations oftentimes deceived The listless hours , while in the hollow vale , Hollow and green , he lay on the green turf In pensive idleness . What could ...
... feeling is suppress'd ) preserve the mind Busy in solitude and poverty . These occupations oftentimes deceived The listless hours , while in the hollow vale , Hollow and green , he lay on the green turf In pensive idleness . What could ...
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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 419 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What needst thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Page 166 - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, Even from the blazing chariot of the sun, A beardless Youth, who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment.
Page xv - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Page xvi - The human Soul of universal earth, Dreaming on things to come; and dost possess A metropolitan temple in the hearts Of mighty Poets : upon me bestow A gift of genuine insight ; that my Song With star-like virtue in its place may shine, Shedding benignant influence, and secure, Itself, from all malevolent effect Of those mutations that extend their sway Throughout the nether sphere...
Page 363 - Fresh power to commune with the invisible world, And hear the mighty stream of tendency Uttering, for elevation of our thought, A clear sonorous voice, inaudible To the vast multitude ; whose doom it is To run the giddy round of vain delight, Or fret and labour on the Plain below.
Page 24 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Page xiv - Beauty — a living presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials — waits upon my steps ; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbor.
Page 42 - mid the calm oblivious tendencies Of nature, 'mid her plants, and weeds, and flowers, And silent overgrowings, still survived.