The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...Troutman & Hayes, 1851 - 703 pagina's |
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Pagina 26
... o'er the crags recline , Sole light admitted here , a small cascade , Illumes with sparkling foam the impervious shade ; Beyond , along the vista of the brook , Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlook , The eye reposes on a ...
... o'er the crags recline , Sole light admitted here , a small cascade , Illumes with sparkling foam the impervious shade ; Beyond , along the vista of the brook , Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlook , The eye reposes on a ...
Pagina 27
... o'er the heights in pomp they go , While silent stands the admiring vale below ; Till , save the lonely beacon , all is fled , That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head . † Now , while the solemn evening shadows sail On red slow ...
... o'er the heights in pomp they go , While silent stands the admiring vale below ; Till , save the lonely beacon , all is fled , That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head . † Now , while the solemn evening shadows sail On red slow ...
Pagina 28
... o'er the surface creep those lustres pale Tracking the fitful motions of the gale . With restless interchange at once the bright Wins on the shade , the shade upon the light . No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze On lovelier ...
... o'er the surface creep those lustres pale Tracking the fitful motions of the gale . With restless interchange at once the bright Wins on the shade , the shade upon the light . No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze On lovelier ...
Pagina 29
... o'er vale and height. Iker fair its lawns and sheltering woods appear ! sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear ! Where we , my Friend , to happy days shall rise , Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs F : sighs will ever ...
... o'er vale and height. Iker fair its lawns and sheltering woods appear ! sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear ! Where we , my Friend , to happy days shall rise , Till our small share of hardly - paining sighs F : sighs will ever ...
Pagina 30
... o'er his head , And dear the velvet green - sward to his tread : Moves there a cloud o'er mid - day's flaming eye ? Upward he looks- " and calls it luxury ; " Kind Nature's charities his steps attend ; In every babbling brook he finds a ...
... o'er his head , And dear the velvet green - sward to his tread : Moves there a cloud o'er mid - day's flaming eye ? Upward he looks- " and calls it luxury ; " Kind Nature's charities his steps attend ; In every babbling brook he finds a ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
aught beauty behold beneath birds blest Bothwell Castle bowers breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds cottage Cuckoo dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith fancy fear feel flowers Friend gentle glory grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill holy honour hope hour human Idon light living lonely look Lord Clifford MARMADUKE mind morning mountain Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed passion peace Peter Bell pleasure Poems Poet praise rapture rill rocks round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone seemed shade side sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep smile smooth song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees truth vale voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words Yarrow youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 169 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Pagina 255 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Pagina 96 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 194 - In nature and the language of the sense The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being. Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Pagina 193 - Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world.
Pagina 194 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man : • A motion and a spirit, that...
Pagina 227 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; 10 Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Pagina 242 - Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Pagina 472 - Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks...
Pagina 163 - THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! — many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. — And they would shout Across the watery vale,...