The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 - English poetry |
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... on either by conferring additional properties upon an object , or abstracting from it some of those which it actually possesses , and thus enabling it to re - act upon the mind which hath performed the process , like xxvi PREFACE .
... on either by conferring additional properties upon an object , or abstracting from it some of those which it actually possesses , and thus enabling it to re - act upon the mind which hath performed the process , like xxvi PREFACE .
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William Wordsworth. upon the mind which hath performed the process , like a new existence . I pass from the Imagination acting upon an individual image to a consideration of the same faculty employed upon images in a conjunction by which ...
William Wordsworth. upon the mind which hath performed the process , like a new existence . I pass from the Imagination acting upon an individual image to a consideration of the same faculty employed upon images in a conjunction by which ...
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... hath privilege in her To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes ; And feats of cunning ; and the pretty round Of trespasses , affected to provoke Mock - chastisement and partnership in play . And , as a faggot sparkles on the hearth , Not ...
... hath privilege in her To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes ; And feats of cunning ; and the pretty round Of trespasses , affected to provoke Mock - chastisement and partnership in play . And , as a faggot sparkles on the hearth , Not ...
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... Hath fallen , and made a Bridge of rock : The gulf is deep below ; And in a basin black and small Receives a lofty Waterfall . VI . With staff in hand across the cleft The Challenger pursued his march ; And now , all eyes and feet , hath ...
... Hath fallen , and made a Bridge of rock : The gulf is deep below ; And in a basin black and small Receives a lofty Waterfall . VI . With staff in hand across the cleft The Challenger pursued his march ; And now , all eyes and feet , hath ...
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... hath known . Be thou wiser , youthful Maiden ! And when thy decline shall come , Let not flowers , or boughs fruit - laden , Hide the knowledge of thy doom . Now , even now , ere wrapped in slumber , 30 ON THE LONGEST DAY .
... hath known . Be thou wiser , youthful Maiden ! And when thy decline shall come , Let not flowers , or boughs fruit - laden , Hide the knowledge of thy doom . Now , even now , ere wrapped in slumber , 30 ON THE LONGEST DAY .
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Page xxvii - 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...
Page 122 - 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.
Page 14 - 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.
Page 120 - 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!
Page 336 - 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.
Page 252 - 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...
Page 12 - They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank ; And further there were none...
Page 182 - 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?
Page 4 - 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.
Page 20 - 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?