Poems of WordsworthHarper & brothers, 1879 - 60 páginas |
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William Wordsworth Matthew Arnold. " The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . " OF WORDSWORTH CHOSEN AND EDITED BY MATTHEW ARNOLD Engraved by.
William Wordsworth Matthew Arnold. " The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . " OF WORDSWORTH CHOSEN AND EDITED BY MATTHEW ARNOLD Engraved by.
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... wishes to give , to interpret and render successfully , is not always within Wordsworth's own command . It is within no poet's command ; here is the part of the Muse , the inspiration , the God , the " not ourselves . " In Words ...
... wishes to give , to interpret and render successfully , is not always within Wordsworth's own command . It is within no poet's command ; here is the part of the Muse , the inspiration , the God , the " not ourselves . " In Words ...
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... wish remained , not one , - They stirred him now no more ; New objects did new pleasure give , And once again he wished to live As lawless as before . Meanwhile , as thus with him it fared , They for the voyage were prepared , And went ...
... wish remained , not one , - They stirred him now no more ; New objects did new pleasure give , And once again he wished to live As lawless as before . Meanwhile , as thus with him it fared , They for the voyage were prepared , And went ...
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... wish nor heart , Hers is now another part : A loving creature she , and brave ! And fondly strives her struggling friend to save . From the brink her paws she stretches , Very hands as you would say ! And afflicting moans she fetches ...
... wish nor heart , Hers is now another part : A loving creature she , and brave ! And fondly strives her struggling friend to save . From the brink her paws she stretches , Very hands as you would say ! And afflicting moans she fetches ...
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... a voyage brings The wanderers back to their delight ! Chains tie us down by land and sea ; And wishes , vain as mine , may be All that is left to comfort thee . E Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan , Maimed , mangled NARRATIVE POEMS .
... a voyage brings The wanderers back to their delight ! Chains tie us down by land and sea ; And wishes , vain as mine , may be All that is left to comfort thee . E Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan , Maimed , mangled NARRATIVE POEMS .
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Página 4 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Página 132 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking ? — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Página 60 - All things that love the sun are out of doors ; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops ;— on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Página 240 - Once again I see' These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Página 216 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Página 193 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 62 - Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep — in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.
Página 235 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus 410 The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Página 291 - tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Página 198 - 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 realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...