Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 páginas |
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... never saw I mien , or face , In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home - bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence . Here , scattered like a random seed , Remote from men , Thou dost not need The embarrassed look of shy ...
... never saw I mien , or face , In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home - bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence . Here , scattered like a random seed , Remote from men , Thou dost not need The embarrassed look of shy ...
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... green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And 9.
... green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated , And 9.
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... never seen : Her face was of Egyptian brown : Fit person was she for a Queen , To head those ancient Amazonian files : Or ruling Bandit's Wife , among the Grecian Isles . Before me begging did she stand , Pouring out sorrows 13.
... never seen : Her face was of Egyptian brown : Fit person was she for a Queen , To head those ancient Amazonian files : Or ruling Bandit's Wife , among the Grecian Isles . Before me begging did she stand , Pouring out sorrows 13.
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... never be ; And yet a boon I gave her ; for the Creature Was beautiful to see ; " a Weed of glorious feature ! " I left her , and pursued my way ; And soon before me did espy A pair of little Boys at play , Chasing a crimson butterfly ...
... never be ; And yet a boon I gave her ; for the Creature Was beautiful to see ; " a Weed of glorious feature ! " I left her , and pursued my way ; And soon before me did espy A pair of little Boys at play , Chasing a crimson butterfly ...
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... never can be dear ? The silver Moon with all her Vales , and Hills of migh- tiest fame , Do they betray us when they're seen ? and are they but a name ? 1 Or is it rather that Conceit rapacious is and strong , And bounty never yields so ...
... never can be dear ? The silver Moon with all her Vales , and Hills of migh- tiest fame , Do they betray us when they're seen ? and are they but a name ? 1 Or is it rather that Conceit rapacious is and strong , And bounty never yields so ...
Termos e frases comuns
beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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Página 189 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 336 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Página 364 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Página 346 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Página 345 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Página 28 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 352 - Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 27 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride...
Página 78 - Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Página 351 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...