The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, المجلد 6E. Moxon, 1849 |
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Ambleside ancient Rome Apennine arms aught austere Band beauty BEGGAR behold Bird blessed blest bliss breath bright cheered Child clouds Cuckoo dear deeds delight doth earth ELDRED ELEANOR fair faith Fancy Father fear feel flowers Friend FURNESS ABBEY gentle glory grace grave grieve ground hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven HERBERT hill hope human IDONEA innocent LACY Lady Lake Nemi leave light live look Lord Mamertine prison man's MARMADUKE mind Muse Nature Nature's never night Nightingale o'er OSEE OSWALD pain Pandarus peace pity pleasure quoth rock Rome RYDAL MOUNT Sanguinetto sate Savona scorn Seat Sandal sigh sight Simplon Pass Skiddaw song sooth sorrow soul spirit sweet tears Thanks thee thine things thou thought tree trust truth unto vale Vallombrosa voice WALLACE wind words
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الصفحة 31 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree; Characters of the great Apocalypse...
الصفحة 6 - The tribute due To him, and aught that hides his clay From mortal view. Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth He sang, his genius "glinted" forth, Rose like a star that touching earth, For so it seems.
الصفحة 7 - Neighbours we were, and loving friends We might have been ; True friends though diversely inclined ; But heart with heart and mind with mind, Where the main fibres are entwined, Through Nature's skill, May even by contraries be joined More closely still. The tear will start, and let it flow ; Thou ' poor Inhabitant below,' At this dread moment—even so— Might we together Have sate and talked where gowans blow, Or on wild heather.
الصفحة 11 - Through busiest street and loneliest glen Are felt the flashes of his pen ; He rules 'mid winter snows, and when Bees fill their hives ; Deep in the general heart of men His power survives.
الصفحة 85 - Dante's favourite seat. A throne In just esteem, it rivals ; though no style Be there of decoration to beguile The mind, depressed by thought of greatness flown. As a true man, who long had served the lyre, I gazed with earnestness, and dared no more. But in his breast the mighty Poet bore A Patriot's heart, warm with undying fire. . Bold with the thought, in reverence I sate down, And, for a moment, filled that empty Throne.
الصفحة 31 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn...
الصفحة 181 - Ever too heedless, as I now perceive : Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve, And the old day was welcome as the young, As welcome and as beautiful— in sooth More beautiful, as being a thing more holy ; Thanks to thy virtues, to the eternal youth Of all thy goodness, never melancholy ; To thy large heart and humble mind, that cast Into one vision, future, present, past...
الصفحة 174 - A POET! — He hath put his heart to school, Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff Which Art hath lodged within his hand — must laugh By precept only, and shed tears by rule. Thy Art be Nature ; the live current quaff, And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool, In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph. How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold ? Because...
الصفحة 198 - BLEST Statesman He, whose Mind's unselfish will Leaves him at ease among grand thoughts : whose eye Sees that, apart from magnanimity, Wisdom exists not; nor the humbler skill Of Prudence, disentangling good and ill With patient care. What tho...
الصفحة 164 - So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, Would that the little Flowers were born to live, Conscious of half the pleasure which they give ; That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone...