The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... Morning , Noon - tide , Even , Do serve with all their changeful pageantry ; Thou , with ambition modest yet sublime , Here , for the sight of mortal man , hast given To one brief moment caught from fleeting time The appropriate calm of ...
... Morning , Noon - tide , Even , Do serve with all their changeful pageantry ; Thou , with ambition modest yet sublime , Here , for the sight of mortal man , hast given To one brief moment caught from fleeting time The appropriate calm of ...
Pagina 7
... morning light ; Or quit the stars with a lingering farewell - how Shall Fancy pay to thee a grateful vow ? How , with the Muse's aid , her love attest ? -By planting on thy naked head the crest Of an imperial Castle , which the plough ...
... morning light ; Or quit the stars with a lingering farewell - how Shall Fancy pay to thee a grateful vow ? How , with the Muse's aid , her love attest ? -By planting on thy naked head the crest Of an imperial Castle , which the plough ...
Pagina 8
... - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come blessed barrier between day and day , Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! THE imperial Consort of the Fairy - king Owns not 8 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
... - night away : Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come blessed barrier between day and day , Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health ! THE imperial Consort of the Fairy - king Owns not 8 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
Pagina 11
... mart And proud discoveries of the intellect , Heed not the pillage of man's ancient heart . The Spinning- wheel To Sarah Hutchinson spinning Easter in the WITH each recurrence of this glorious morn MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS II.
... mart And proud discoveries of the intellect , Heed not the pillage of man's ancient heart . The Spinning- wheel To Sarah Hutchinson spinning Easter in the WITH each recurrence of this glorious morn MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS II.
Pagina 12
... morn dales That saw the Saviour in his human frame Rise from the dead , erewhile the Cottage - dame Put on fresh raiment - till that hour unworn : Domestic hands the home - bred wool had shorn , And she who span it culled the daintiest ...
... morn dales That saw the Saviour in his human frame Rise from the dead , erewhile the Cottage - dame Put on fresh raiment - till that hour unworn : Domestic hands the home - bred wool had shorn , And she who span it culled the daintiest ...
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ancient art thou aught beauty behold blest bold bowers breath bright brow Calais calm cheer Church clouds Cocytus crown dares dark dear death divine doom doth dread dream Duddon earth England eternal faith Fancy fear flowers gaze gleam glory grace green hand haply hath heart Heaven hill holy honour hope human land Liberty light live meek mighty mind morn mortal Mosgiel mountains Muse Nature Nature's Nursling o'er pain peace pensive Poet praise proud pure rapture Rhine Rill Rome round sacred Saragossa Sarah Hutchinson scorn shame shine sigh sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile smooth soft Sonnets sorrow soul sovereign hill spirit Staffa stars Stream sweet sword tears thee thine things thou thought Tower of Refuge towers truth ULPHA vale voice WANSFELL wild William Wordsworth wind wing words Ye men youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Pagina 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Pagina 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Pagina 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Pagina 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Pagina 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Pagina 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Pagina 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Pagina 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Pagina 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...