The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volume 3Little, Brown and Company, 1865 |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Apennine aught austere Band Bard beauty behold beneath blest Bothwell Castle bowers brave breast breath breeze bright brow BRUGES CALAIS cheer clouds dear deep delight doth dread Duddon earth eyes fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze gentle glory grace GRASMERE grave green hand hath heard heart Heaven height hill holy honor hope hour Kent's green lake land liberty light living Loch Lomond look Loweswater meek memory Merlin mighty mind morning mortal mountains Muse Nature night o'er passed peace Penrith praise pride pure rill RIVER DUDDON Robert Walker rock Rome round Sanguinetto scorn seat Seathwaite shade shore sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit splendor stars steep Stream sublime sweet sword thee thou thought towers Trajan trees Ulpha vale VALLOMBROSA virtue voice waves wind Yarrow
Populaire passages
Pagina 73 - Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen. Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Pagina 74 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' 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. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake ; the...
Pagina 68 - Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day:...
Pagina 270 - Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Pagina 30 - What's Yarrow but a river bare, That glides the dark hills under? There are a thousand such elsewhere As worthy of your wonder.
Pagina 72 - Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou...
Pagina 61 - Is in the mirror slighted. A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow vale, Save where that pearly whiteness Is round the rising sun diffused, A tender hazy brightness ; Mild dawn of promise!
Pagina 73 - GREAT men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom — better none : The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend : They knew how genuine glory was put on ; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour : what strength was, that would not bend But in magnanimous meekness.
Pagina 78 - WHEN, looking on the present face of things, I see one Man, of Men the meanest too ! Raised up to sway the World, to do, undo, With mighty Nations for his Underlings, The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow...
Pagina 273 - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.