The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 5Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind ( And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species ) to the external World Is fitted : - and how exquisitely , too , Theme this but little heard of among Men , The ...
... voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind ( And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species ) to the external World Is fitted : - and how exquisitely , too , Theme this but little heard of among Men , The ...
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... In gladness and deep joy . The clouds were touch'd , And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form All B 6 THE WANDERER . 11.
... In gladness and deep joy . The clouds were touch'd , And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form All B 6 THE WANDERER . 11.
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... voice Obedient to the strong creative power Of human passion . Sympathies there are More tranquil , yet perhaps of kindred birth , That steal upon the meditative mind , And grow with thought . Beside yon Spring I stood , And eyed its ...
... voice Obedient to the strong creative power Of human passion . Sympathies there are More tranquil , yet perhaps of kindred birth , That steal upon the meditative mind , And grow with thought . Beside yon Spring I stood , And eyed its ...
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... voice That seem'd the very sound of happy thoughts . I roved o'er many a hill and many a dale , With my accustom'd load ; in heat and cold , Through many a wood , and many an open ground , In sunshine and in shade , in wet and fair ...
... voice That seem'd the very sound of happy thoughts . I roved o'er many a hill and many a dale , With my accustom'd load ; in heat and cold , Through many a wood , and many an open ground , In sunshine and in shade , in wet and fair ...
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... voice was silent . From the bench I rose ; But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts . The spot , though fair , was very desolate The longer I remain'd more desolate : And , looking round me , now I first observed The corner ...
... voice was silent . From the bench I rose ; But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts . The spot , though fair , was very desolate The longer I remain'd more desolate : And , looking round me , now I first observed The corner ...
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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.