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Æneid beautiful behold beneath Blackwood's Magazine breath bright Canon Rawnsley chapel Charles Lamb clouds Cockley Beck Compare Composed 1819.-Published cottage delight Dion Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal doth Duddon Duddon Valley earth edition eyes fancy Fenwick note flowers gaze gleam grace Grasmere green grove H. D. Rawnsley haply hath heart Heaven height Henry Crabb Robinson Herbert Rix hill hope lake Laodamia light lines look Loweswater Lycoris Malham Cove memory Miscellaneous Sonnets."-ED morning mortal mountain night o'er pass peace plain poem poet reference rise river River Duddon road rock rocky round ruin Rydal Hall Rydal Mount Seathwaite seen shades sight snow song sonnet soul spirit spot Spring stanza stars steep stone stream sweet thee thou thought Tour towers trees Ulpha vale valley verse voice walks whence wild wind wings Wordsworth ΙΟ καὶ
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الصفحة 71 - SURPRISED by joy — impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport — Oh ! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find ? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee ! Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss...
الصفحة 5 - Seeking a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end ; For this the passion to excess was driven, That self might be annulled : her bondage prove The fetters of a dream opposed to love.
الصفحة 1 - Confirm, I pray, the vision with thy voice: This is our palace, — yonder is thy throne; Speak, and the floor thou tread'st on will rejoice. Not to appal me have the gods bestowed This precious boon; and blest a sad abode.
الصفحة 211 - A title-page is this! and some in file Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge and King Edward Greek.
الصفحة 131 - A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade; There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught.
الصفحة 2 - Rebellious passion: for the Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul; A fervent, not ungovernable, love. Thy transports moderate; and meekly mourn When I depart, for brief is my sojourn —
الصفحة 261 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish ; — be it so ! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
الصفحة 3 - Yet further may relent : for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. "But if thou goest, I follow...
الصفحة 3 - Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams ; Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey. Yet there the soul shall enter which hath earned That privilege by virtue.
الصفحة 37 - Twere no offence to reason ; The sober hills thus deck their brows To meet the wintry season. I see — but not by sight alone, Loved Yarrow, have I won thee ; A ray of fancy still survives, — Her sunshine plays upon thee.