Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1880 - 325 עמודים |
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עמוד x
... grave , probably , long before his glory crowns him . Wordsworth has been in his grave for some thirty years , and certainly his lovers and admirers cannot flatter themselves that this great and steady light of glory as yet shines over ...
... grave , probably , long before his glory crowns him . Wordsworth has been in his grave for some thirty years , and certainly his lovers and admirers cannot flatter themselves that this great and steady light of glory as yet shines over ...
עמוד xxviii
... Grave of Burns 149 Thoughts suggested the day following 152 Yarrow Unvisited 154 Yarrow Visited 157 Yarrow Revisited 160 To May . 164 The Primrose of the Rock 167 POEMS AKIN TO THE ANTIQUE , AND ODES . Laodameia xxviii CONTENTS .
... Grave of Burns 149 Thoughts suggested the day following 152 Yarrow Unvisited 154 Yarrow Visited 157 Yarrow Revisited 160 To May . 164 The Primrose of the Rock 167 POEMS AKIN TO THE ANTIQUE , AND ODES . Laodameia xxviii CONTENTS .
עמוד 4
... graves are green , they may be seen , ” The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit ...
... graves are green , they may be seen , ” The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit ...
עמוד 5
... grave we played , My brother John and I. << 66 66 And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " How many are you , then , " said I , If they two are ...
... grave we played , My brother John and I. << 66 66 And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " How many are you , then , " said I , If they two are ...
עמוד 15
... taken up , and each person who attends the funeral ordinarily takes a Sprig of this Box - wood , and throws it into the grave of the deceased . Now fast up the dell came the noise and the POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 15 The Childless Father.
... taken up , and each person who attends the funeral ordinarily takes a Sprig of this Box - wood , and throws it into the grave of the deceased . Now fast up the dell came the noise and the POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . 15 The Childless Father.
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beauty behold beneath Bird blessed bower breath bright Busk calm cheerful Child churchyard clouds Cottage dead dear delight dost doth drawn thread dream earth Ennerdale fair fear feel fields flowers Friend Furness Fells gentle glad glory Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heroic arts hills honoured Land hope hour human human weight Kilve Leonard live lofty lonely look Luke mind Molière morning mortal mountain Nature Nature's never o'er passed peace pleasure poems poet poetry praise PRIEST pure song rays Workman rocks round sate seemed shade Shepherd sigh sight silent sing Skiddaw song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thoughts Trajan trees truth Twill vale voice Voltaire wager house wander waters wind Wordsworth Wordsworthian Yarrow Ye Men youth
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עמוד 194 - 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.
עמוד 5 - I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
עמוד 200 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
עמוד 200 - High instincts, before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised ; 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...
עמוד 245 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise 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.
עמוד 193 - Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
עמוד 207 - Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For...
עמוד 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
עמוד 182 - Who, 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...
עמוד 4 - You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ? I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be ? Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.