The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 5Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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William Wordsworth. Said Margaret to me , here beneath these trees , " Made my heart bleed . " At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous Elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest noon . At this still season ...
William Wordsworth. Said Margaret to me , here beneath these trees , " Made my heart bleed . " At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous Elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest noon . At this still season ...
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... not gather heart To take a farewell of me ; for he fear'd That I should follow with my Babes , and sink Beneath the misery of that wandering Life . " This Tale did Margaret tell with many tears : And C 4 THE WANDERER . 31.
... not gather heart To take a farewell of me ; for he fear'd That I should follow with my Babes , and sink Beneath the misery of that wandering Life . " This Tale did Margaret tell with many tears : And C 4 THE WANDERER . 31.
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... beneath the trees , We sate on that low Bench : and now we felt , Admonish'd thus , the sweet hour coming on . A linnet warbled from those lofty elms , A thrush sang loud , and other melodies , At distance heard , peopled the milder air ...
... beneath the trees , We sate on that low Bench : and now we felt , Admonish'd thus , the sweet hour coming on . A linnet warbled from those lofty elms , A thrush sang loud , and other melodies , At distance heard , peopled the milder air ...
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... beneath an Abbey's roof One evening sumptuously lodged ; the next Humbly , in a religious Hospital ; Or with some merry Outlaws of the wood ; Or haply shrouded in a Hermit's cell . Him , sleeping or awake , the Robber spared ; He walk'd ...
... beneath an Abbey's roof One evening sumptuously lodged ; the next Humbly , in a religious Hospital ; Or with some merry Outlaws of the wood ; Or haply shrouded in a Hermit's cell . Him , sleeping or awake , the Robber spared ; He walk'd ...
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... beneath favourable skies . Turn wheresoe'er we would , he was a light Unfailing : not a Hamlet could we pass , Rarely a House , that did not yield to him Remembrances ; or from his tongue call forth Some way - beguiling tale . Nor less ...
... beneath favourable skies . Turn wheresoe'er we would , he was a light Unfailing : not a Hamlet could we pass , Rarely a House , that did not yield to him Remembrances ; or from his tongue call forth Some way - beguiling tale . Nor less ...
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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.