The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 32
Página v
... The Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a Blank Leaf in " The Complete 270 Angler " 271 To the Poet , John Dyer 272 On the Detraction which followed the Publication Page To the River Derwent Composed in one of the of a certain Poem 275 CONTENTS .
... The Wild Duck's Nest Written upon a Blank Leaf in " The Complete 270 Angler " 271 To the Poet , John Dyer 272 On the Detraction which followed the Publication Page To the River Derwent Composed in one of the of a certain Poem 275 CONTENTS .
Página vi
William Wordsworth. Page To the River Derwent Composed in one of the Valleys of Westmoreland , on Easter Sunday Grief , thou hast lost an ever - ready Friend To S. H. Decay of Piety 274 - 275 - - 276 - 277 - 278 Composed on the Eve of ...
William Wordsworth. Page To the River Derwent Composed in one of the Valleys of Westmoreland , on Easter Sunday Grief , thou hast lost an ever - ready Friend To S. H. Decay of Piety 274 - 275 - - 276 - 277 - 278 Composed on the Eve of ...
Página vii
... · 317 · 318 · 319 · 320 321 · 322 323 - 324 325 · 326 Gordale The Monument commonly called Long Meg and her Daughters , near the River Eden · 327 Composed after a Journey across the Hamilton Hills , Yorkshire CONTENTS . vii.
... · 317 · 318 · 319 · 320 321 · 322 323 - 324 325 · 326 Gordale The Monument commonly called Long Meg and her Daughters , near the River Eden · 327 Composed after a Journey across the Hamilton Hills , Yorkshire CONTENTS . vii.
Página 26
... rivers backward ran - That Star , so proud of late , looked wan ; And reeled with visionary stir In the blue depth , like Lucifer Cast headlong to the pit ! Fire raged , and when the spangled floor - Of ancient ether was no more , New ...
... rivers backward ran - That Star , so proud of late , looked wan ; And reeled with visionary stir In the blue depth , like Lucifer Cast headlong to the pit ! Fire raged , and when the spangled floor - Of ancient ether was no more , New ...
Página 31
... river's breast . Man and Maidens wheel , They themselves make the Reel , And their Music's a prey which they seize ; It plays not for them , what matter ? ' tis theirs ; - And if they had care , it has scattered their cares , While they ...
... river's breast . Man and Maidens wheel , They themselves make the Reel , And their Music's a prey which they seize ; It plays not for them , what matter ? ' tis theirs ; - And if they had care , it has scattered their cares , While they ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
admiration appear Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
Pasajes populares
Página 60 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair ; .Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 286 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 64 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 356 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Página 289 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 182 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 104 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Página 47 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Página 268 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Página 305 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp. It...