The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 5Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... Grove , The 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 ...
... Grove , The 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 ...
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... grove , The Poet fits it to his pensive Lyre . Yet , ere that final resting - place be gained , Sharp contradictions may arise by doom Of this same life , compelling us to grieve That the prosperities of love and joy Should be permitted ...
... grove , The Poet fits it to his pensive Lyre . Yet , ere that final resting - place be gained , Sharp contradictions may arise by doom Of this same life , compelling us to grieve That the prosperities of love and joy Should be permitted ...
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... , And mossy seats , detained us side by side , With hearts at ease , and knowledge in our hearts " That all the grove and all the day was ours . " But Nature called my Partner to resign Her share in DESPONDENCY . 109.
... , And mossy seats , detained us side by side , With hearts at ease , and knowledge in our hearts " That all the grove and all the day was ours . " But Nature called my Partner to resign Her share in DESPONDENCY . 109.
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... grove were ringing , " War shall cease ; " Did ye not hear that conquest is abjured ? 66 Bring garlands , bring forth choicest flowers , to deck " The Tree of Liberty . " - My heart rebounded ; My melancholy Voice the chorus joined ...
... grove were ringing , " War shall cease ; " Did ye not hear that conquest is abjured ? 66 Bring garlands , bring forth choicest flowers , to deck " The Tree of Liberty . " - My heart rebounded ; My melancholy Voice the chorus joined ...
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... Grove ) Repeated , o'er and o'er , his plaintive cry , I sympathized at leisure with the sound ; But that pure Archetype of human greatness , I found him not . There , in his stead , appeared A Creature , squalid , vengeful , and impure ...
... Grove ) Repeated , o'er and o'er , his plaintive cry , I sympathized at leisure with the sound ; But that pure Archetype of human greatness , I found him not . There , in his stead , appeared A Creature , squalid , vengeful , and impure ...
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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.