Poems, Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
De dentro do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 9
Página 58
... Clifford , the Shepherd , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors . HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.- The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that hath ...
... Clifford , the Shepherd , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors . HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.- The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that hath ...
Página 59
... Clifford to his own restored ! They came with banner , spear , and shield ; And it was proved in Bosworth - field . Not long the Avenger was withstood , Earth helped him with the cry of blood : St. George was for us , and the might Of ...
... Clifford to his own restored ! They came with banner , spear , and shield ; And it was proved in Bosworth - field . Not long the Avenger was withstood , Earth helped him with the cry of blood : St. George was for us , and the might Of ...
Página 63
William Wordsworth. A recreant Harp , that sings of fear And heaviness in Clifford's ear ! I said , when evil Men are strong , No life is good , no pleasure long , A weak and cowardly untruth ! Our Clifford was a happy Youth , And ...
William Wordsworth. A recreant Harp , that sings of fear And heaviness in Clifford's ear ! I said , when evil Men are strong , No life is good , no pleasure long , A weak and cowardly untruth ! Our Clifford was a happy Youth , And ...
Página 64
... Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; - " Quell the Scot , " exclaims the Lance , Bear me to the heart of France , Is the longing of the Shield— Tell thy name , thou trembling Field ; Field of death , where'er thou be , Groan thou 64.
... Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; - " Quell the Scot , " exclaims the Lance , Bear me to the heart of France , Is the longing of the Shield— Tell thy name , thou trembling Field ; Field of death , where'er thou be , Groan thou 64.
Página 66
... Wordsworth. Glad were the Vales , and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more : And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . XXX . YES ! full surely ' twas the Echo ...
... Wordsworth. Glad were the Vales , and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more : And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . XXX . YES ! full surely ' twas the Echo ...
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
Passagens mais conhecidas
Página 212 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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.
Página 355 - 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...
Página 191 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 338 - 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...
Página 381 - In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs: in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Página 105 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect.
Página 80 - Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love — oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Página 30 - 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 354 - 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 352 - Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...