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... called Thee MERRY ENGLAND , in old time 158 To the River Greta , near Keswick 159 To the River Derwent 159 In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle Nun's Well , Brigham . 160 161 161 To a Friend ...
... called Thee MERRY ENGLAND , in old time 158 To the River Greta , near Keswick 159 To the River Derwent 159 In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle Nun's Well , Brigham . 160 161 161 To a Friend ...
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... called Long Meg and her Daughters , near the River Eden 189 Lowther 189 To the Earl of Lonsdale 190 The Somnambulist 190 To Cordelia M , Hallsteads , Ullswater Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes 195 196 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND ...
... called Long Meg and her Daughters , near the River Eden 189 Lowther 189 To the Earl of Lonsdale 190 The Somnambulist 190 To Cordelia M , Hallsteads , Ullswater Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes 195 196 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND ...
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... called the people to the place . -How desolate is Rylstone - hall ! This was the instant thought of all ; And if the lonely Lady there Should be ; to her they cannot bear This weight of anguish and despair . So , when upon sad thoughts ...
... called the people to the place . -How desolate is Rylstone - hall ! This was the instant thought of all ; And if the lonely Lady there Should be ; to her they cannot bear This weight of anguish and despair . So , when upon sad thoughts ...
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... modes 1545 1550 Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive , No soul to dream of . " THOU Spirit , whose angelic hand Was to the harp a strong command , Called the submissive strings to wake In glory for this 50 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... modes 1545 1550 Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive , No soul to dream of . " THOU Spirit , whose angelic hand Was to the harp a strong command , Called the submissive strings to wake In glory for this 50 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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William Wordsworth Edward Dowden. Called the submissive strings to wake In glory for this Maiden's sake , Say , Spirit ! whither hath she fled To hide her poor afflicted head ? What mighty forest in its gloom Enfolds her ? -is a rifted ...
William Wordsworth Edward Dowden. Called the submissive strings to wake In glory for this Maiden's sake , Say , Spirit ! whither hath she fled To hide her poor afflicted head ? What mighty forest in its gloom Enfolds her ? -is a rifted ...
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Alfoxden Banner beauty Bees blest bold Bolton bowers Brancepeth breath bright brow calm Canute cheer Church clouds Creature crown Dated by Wordsworth dear deep divine Dorothy Wordsworth doth dread earth fair faith Fancy fear feeling flowers friends gentle gleam glory grace Grasmere grave green hand happy hath heard heart Heaven Henry Reed hill holy hope hour human Iona Isle labouring land light lines living look Lord meek mind morning mountains Nature Nature's night o'er peace pensive poem prayer previously published 1835 repose river Derwent RIVER EDEN round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone scorn shade sigh sight silent smooth soft Sonnets sorrow soul spirit spread Staffa stand stanza stars stood stream sweet tears Text unchanged Text unchanged.-ED thee thou thought tower tree truth Ullswater vale verse voice White Doe Wicliffe wings words ΙΟ
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Página 199 - LINES, WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 228 - W'ho, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Página 3 - For take an example of a dog, and mark what a generosity and courage he will put on when he finds himself maintained by a man, who to him is instead of a God, or melior natura, which courage is manifestly such as that creature, without that confidence, of a better nature than his own could never attain. So man, when he resteth and assureth himself upon divine protection and favor, gathereth a force and faith which human nature in itself could not obtain.
Página 218 - Blessings be with them and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Página 235 - A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade; There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught.
Página 229 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means, and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Página 227 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Página 201 - IT is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than Before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Página 227 - I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
Página 215 - For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.