PoemsGinn, 1897 - 522 páginas |
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... a text of his own , such as Wordsworth had never sanctioned or seen , by piecing together readings from more editions than one . The text here given is that which Wordsworth finally approved ; and , besides being the author-
... a text of his own , such as Wordsworth had never sanctioned or seen , by piecing together readings from more editions than one . The text here given is that which Wordsworth finally approved ; and , besides being the author-
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... never published , of the satires of Juvenal , but for satire he had no real vocation . The more ambitious enterprise of a tragedy occupied him until the summer of the following year ; but " The Border- ers " was not published until 1842 ...
... never published , of the satires of Juvenal , but for satire he had no real vocation . The more ambitious enterprise of a tragedy occupied him until the summer of the following year ; but " The Border- ers " was not published until 1842 ...
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... never melancholy ; To thy large heart and humble mind , that cast Into one vision future , present , past . Mary Wordsworth survived her husband some years , dying on Jan. 17 , 1859 ; she was buried by his side in Grasmere churchyard ...
... never melancholy ; To thy large heart and humble mind , that cast Into one vision future , present , past . Mary Wordsworth survived her husband some years , dying on Jan. 17 , 1859 ; she was buried by his side in Grasmere churchyard ...
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... never applied himself , as Browning did , to its study . The song of the solitary reaper in its simplicity and suggestiveness is almost like the voice of the nightingale or the cuckoo . It is such words as or or The stationary blasts of ...
... never applied himself , as Browning did , to its study . The song of the solitary reaper in its simplicity and suggestiveness is almost like the voice of the nightingale or the cuckoo . It is such words as or or The stationary blasts of ...
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... never was , on sea or land " ; but this light is a truth of the human spirit , which reveals , as nothing else can , the meaning of the phenomena around us . It creates a region of beauty , wonder , joy for those who can enter there ...
... never was , on sea or land " ; but this light is a truth of the human spirit , which reveals , as nothing else can , the meaning of the phenomena around us . It creates a region of beauty , wonder , joy for those who can enter there ...
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Términos y frases comunes
९९ Æneid Alfoxden altered beauty behold beneath birds bower breath bright brother calm cheer child clouds Coleridge Convention of Cintra cottage creature dear delight Dorothy Dorothy Wordsworth doth Dove Cottage earth Ennerdale fair faith fancy fear feeling flowers Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human lake Leonard light lines live lonely look Lyrical Ballads mind morning mortal mountains nature Nether Stowey never night o'er passed passion peace Peele Castle pleasure poem poet poetry Prelude published in 1807 replaced RIVER DUDDON rock round Rydal Mount seemed shade Shepherd sight silent sleep song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spring stanza stars stood stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought trees vale voice walked wandering wild William Wordsworth wind woods words Wordsworth Written Yarrow youth ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 52 - 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.
Página 321 - This 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 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 54 - 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 201 - 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.
Página 221 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng; The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Página 176 - No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Página 226 - 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 223 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' humorous stage With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation.
Página 45 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...