The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 pagina's |
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... thought best likened to a stone Of the sea - beach , when , polished with nice care , Veins it discovers exquisite ... thoughts so fortunate , Were a vain notion ; but the hope is dear , That thou , if not with partial joy elate ...
... thought best likened to a stone Of the sea - beach , when , polished with nice care , Veins it discovers exquisite ... thoughts so fortunate , Were a vain notion ; but the hope is dear , That thou , if not with partial joy elate ...
Pagina 3
... thought , if life have one . But , when into the Vale I came , no fears Distressed me ; from mine eyes escaped no tears ; Deep thought , or dread remembrance , had I none . By doubts and thousand petty fancies crost I stood , of simple ...
... thought , if life have one . But , when into the Vale I came , no fears Distressed me ; from mine eyes escaped no tears ; Deep thought , or dread remembrance , had I none . By doubts and thousand petty fancies crost I stood , of simple ...
Pagina 4
... thought Of private recollection sweet and still ! Months perish with their moons ; year treads on year ; But , faithful Emma ! thou with me canst say That , while ten thousand pleasures disappear , And flies their memory fast almost as ...
... thought Of private recollection sweet and still ! Months perish with their moons ; year treads on year ; But , faithful Emma ! thou with me canst say That , while ten thousand pleasures disappear , And flies their memory fast almost as ...
Pagina 8
... thoughts and aims Takest away , and into souls dost creep , Like to a breeze from heaven . Shall I alone , I ... thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ! and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered ...
... thoughts and aims Takest away , and into souls dost creep , Like to a breeze from heaven . Shall I alone , I ... thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ! and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered ...
Pagina 13
... thoughts keep pace With gentleness , in that becoming way Will thank you . Faultless does the Maid appear ; No disproportion in her soul , no strife : But , when the closer view of wedded life Hath shown that nothing human can be clear ...
... thoughts keep pace With gentleness , in that becoming way Will thank you . Faultless does the Maid appear ; No disproportion in her soul , no strife : But , when the closer view of wedded life Hath shown that nothing human can be clear ...
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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,...