The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 1±ÇLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... hills of snow , Or else go whistle to the shore , And make the hollow mountains roar , Whilst we together jovial sit Careless , and crowned with mirth and wit , Where , though bleak winds confine us home , Our fancies round the world ...
... hills of snow , Or else go whistle to the shore , And make the hollow mountains roar , Whilst we together jovial sit Careless , and crowned with mirth and wit , Where , though bleak winds confine us home , Our fancies round the world ...
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... hill POEMS OF THE FANCY . The Waggoner , in Four Cantos A Morning Exercise To the Daisy The Green Linnet The Contrast To the Small Celandine To the same Flower The Waterfall and the Eglantine The Oak and the Broom , a Pastoral Song for ...
... hill POEMS OF THE FANCY . The Waggoner , in Four Cantos A Morning Exercise To the Daisy The Green Linnet The Contrast To the Small Celandine To the same Flower The Waterfall and the Eglantine The Oak and the Broom , a Pastoral Song for ...
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... hills A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags To M. H. - When , to the attractions of the busy World 273 274 277 ¡¤ 278 ¡¤ 281 - 282 INSCRIPTIONS . In the Grounds of Coleorton , the Seat of Sir George Beaumont , Bart . , Leicestershire ...
... hills A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags To M. H. - When , to the attractions of the busy World 273 274 277 ¡¤ 278 ¡¤ 281 - 282 INSCRIPTIONS . In the Grounds of Coleorton , the Seat of Sir George Beaumont , Bart . , Leicestershire ...
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... hills , and far - off towns , And long , long vales to travel through ; - He listens , puzzled , sore perplexed , But he submits ; what can he do ? No strife disturbs his Sister's breast ; She wars not with the mystery Of time and ...
... hills , and far - off towns , And long , long vales to travel through ; - He listens , puzzled , sore perplexed , But he submits ; what can he do ? No strife disturbs his Sister's breast ; She wars not with the mystery Of time and ...
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... hill they stood That overlooked the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They ... hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone ...
... hill they stood That overlooked the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They ... hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone ...
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Alps art thou beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy Bird bowers breast breath bright Brother CHARLES LAMB cheer Child church-yard cliffs clouds Coleorton cottage crag dear delight door Ennerdale eyes Fancy Father fear feel flowers Friend gone Grasmere grave green happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lamb LEONARD light living look lyre mind Moon morning Mother mountain nature never night o'er Ossian pain Paradise Lost pleasure Poems Poet poetry porringer PRIEST racter Reader rill rocks round shade Shakspeare Shepherd side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smiles snow solitude song soul sound spirit spot star steep stone Sugh summer Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale voice Waggon ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood youth
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xxvii ÆäÀÌÁö - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their 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.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - Works, it is this, — that every author, as far as he is great and at the same time original, has had the task of creating the taste by which he is to be enjoyed : so has it been, so will it continue to be.
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - Joyous as morning, Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain River Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank ; And further there were none...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh ! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey : — with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she, God love her ! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee?