Poems, chosen and ed. by M. Arnold |
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... summer skies And summer days is gone , ( And all do in this tale agree ) She sleeps beneath the greenwood tree , And other home hath none . An innocent life , yet far astray ! And Ruth will , long before her day , Be broken down and old ...
... summer skies And summer days is gone , ( And all do in this tale agree ) She sleeps beneath the greenwood tree , And other home hath none . An innocent life , yet far astray ! And Ruth will , long before her day , Be broken down and old ...
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... summer - day I chanced to see This Old Man doing all he could To unearth the root of an old tree , A stump of rotten wood . The mattock totter'd in his hand ; So vain was his endeavour , That at the root of the old tree He might have ...
... summer - day I chanced to see This Old Man doing all he could To unearth the root of an old tree , A stump of rotten wood . The mattock totter'd in his hand ; So vain was his endeavour , That at the root of the old tree He might have ...
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... summer's cloud ; He turned aside towards a vassal's door , And " Bring another horse ! " he cried aloud . " Another horse ! " - That shout the vassal heard And saddled his best steed , a comely gray ; Sir Walter mounted him ; he was the ...
... summer's cloud ; He turned aside towards a vassal's door , And " Bring another horse ! " he cried aloud . " Another horse ! " - That shout the vassal heard And saddled his best steed , a comely gray ; Sir Walter mounted him ; he was the ...
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... summer - time when days are long , I will come hither with my Paramour ; And with the dancers and the minstrel's song We will make merry in that pleasant Bower . " Till the foundations of the mountains fail My Mansion with its Arbour ...
... summer - time when days are long , I will come hither with my Paramour ; And with the dancers and the minstrel's song We will make merry in that pleasant Bower . " Till the foundations of the mountains fail My Mansion with its Arbour ...
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... summer - days were long , Sir Walter led his wondering Paramour ; And with the dancers and the minstrel's song Made merriment within that pleasant Bower . The Knight , Sir Walter , died in course of time , And his bones lie in his ...
... summer - days were long , Sir Walter led his wondering Paramour ; And with the dancers and the minstrel's song Made merriment within that pleasant Bower . The Knight , Sir Walter , died in course of time , And his bones lie in his ...
Términos y frases comunes
Ambleside art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheer clouds Cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream earth F. T. PALGRAVE fair fancy fear feel flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Friend gentle Glaramara glory golden perch Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human Kilve live lofty lonely look mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur Nature Nature's never o'er pass passion peace pleasure POEMS poet poetry praise quiet RIVER DUDDON rock round season shade sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS sing SIR NOEL PATON Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Mary's Abbey stars streams summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees truth Vale voice wander wild wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 192 - 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 214 - 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 196 - 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 ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Página 3 - Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They...
Página 198 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página xxxi - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Página xv - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Página 190 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Página 179 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Página 135 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.