The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, المجلد 7W. Paterson, 1885 |
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Ambleside ancient aught beauty bird blest Bothwell Castle bowers breath bright brow Castle cheek cheer Church clouds Coleorton Comp Compare composed crown dear Devil's Bridge divine Dorothy Wordsworth doth dread earth fair faith Fancy fear feel Fenwick note flowers Forum Trajanum gentle grace Grasmere hand happy hath heard heart Heaven Henry Reed hill holy hope Isle King Lady Beaumont light living lonely look Lord meek memory mind morn mountain Muse nature night o'er peace Penrith Philoctetes poem prayer Rhine river Derwent river Mynach Roman round Rydal Mount scorn shade sigh smile smooth soft song Sonnet soul spirit spread St Bees stanza stars stream sweet tears thee thou thought tour tower Trajan Trajan's Column trees truth vale verse voice wild winds wings Wishing-gate words Wordsworth to Lady Written at Rydal
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الصفحة 175 - To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler! — that love-prompted strain — 'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond — Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain: Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring.
الصفحة 157 - 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 cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
الصفحة 270 - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
الصفحة 111 - To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye ; Convinced that there, there only, she can lay Secure foundations.
الصفحة 62 - God; with much ease:" and presently delivered into his hand a walking-staff, with which he professed he had travelled through many parts of Germany.
الصفحة 74 - Bodies fall by wild sword-law ; • But who would force the Soul, tilts with a straw Against a Champion cased in adamant.
الصفحة 103 - Retirement then might hourly look Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook Contented and serene ; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening ; Or mountain rivers, where they creep Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening.
الصفحة 114 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
الصفحة 201 - A Voice to Light gave Being ; To Time, and man his earthborn chronicler ; A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing, And sweep away life's visionary stir ; The trumpet (we, intoxicate with pride, Arm at its blast for deadly wars) To archangelic lips applied, The grave shall open, quench the stars.
الصفحة 269 - Grave thoughts ruled wide on that sweet day, Their dignity installing In gentle bosoms, while sere leaves Were on the bough, or falling; But breezes played, and sunshine gleamed The forest to embolden; Reddened the fiery hues, and shot Transparence through the golden. For busy thoughts the Stream flowed on In foamy agitation; And slept in many a crystal pool...