The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

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Peck & Newton, 1836 - 320 pages
 

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Page 25 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When
Page 66 - The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright * With something of an angel light.
Page 69 - sparkling waves in glee :— A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I He In vacant or in pensive mood, They
Page 66 - and the calm Of mute insensate tilings. The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to sec Even in the motions of the Storm* Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear
Page 205 - ODE TO DUTY". STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! О Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a Light to guide, a Rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'et the weary strife of frail
Page 109 - it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day 1 Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again! Whatc'cr the theme, the Maiden sang As If her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the
Page 64 - carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake. This Boy was taken from his Mates, and died In childhood, ere
Page 109 - field Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts, and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; О listen I for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chant More welcome
Page 69 - shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they
Page 99 - given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! 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 every thing, we

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