The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 第 4 巻Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... pang unmerited ; Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart The milk - white Lamb which in a line she led , And faithful , loyal in her innocence , Like the brave Lion slain in her defence . - Notes could we hear as of a faery shell Attuned B ...
... pang unmerited ; Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart The milk - white Lamb which in a line she led , And faithful , loyal in her innocence , Like the brave Lion slain in her defence . - Notes could we hear as of a faery shell Attuned B ...
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... hear Once more of troubles wrought by magic spell ; And griefs whose aery motion comes not near The pangs that tempt the Spirit to rebel ; Then , with mild Una in her sober cheer , High over hill and low adown the dell Again we wandered ...
... hear Once more of troubles wrought by magic spell ; And griefs whose aery motion comes not near The pangs that tempt the Spirit to rebel ; Then , with mild Una in her sober cheer , High over hill and low adown the dell Again we wandered ...
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... hear Is the river murmuring near . When soft ! - the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen ; And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound ...
... hear Is the river murmuring near . When soft ! - the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen ; And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound ...
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... hear me when I say It is for you too late a day ! Bethink you of your own good name : A just and gracious Queen have we , A pure religion , and the claim Of peace on our humanity . " Tis meet that I endure your scorn , I am your son ...
... hear me when I say It is for you too late a day ! Bethink you of your own good name : A just and gracious Queen have we , A pure religion , and the claim Of peace on our humanity . " Tis meet that I endure your scorn , I am your son ...
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... hear A sound of military cheer , Faint - but it reached that sheltered spot ; He heard , and it disturbed him not . There stood he , leaning on a lance Which he had grasped unknowingly , - Had blindly grasped in that strong trance ...
... hear A sound of military cheer , Faint - but it reached that sheltered spot ; He heard , and it disturbed him not . There stood he , leaning on a lance Which he had grasped unknowingly , - Had blindly grasped in that strong trance ...
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350 ページ - Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
213 ページ - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
360 ページ - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated...
352 ページ - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
294 ページ - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
350 ページ - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
347 ページ - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
333 ページ - So once it would have been, — 'tis so no more ; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone, which nothing can restore ; A deep distress hath humanised my Soul.
367 ページ - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
367 ページ - ... that not only the language of a large portion of every good poem, even of the most elevated character, must necessarily, except with reference to the metre, in no respect differ from that of good prose, but likewise that some of the most interesting parts of the best poems will be found to be strictly the language of prose when prose is well written. The truth of this assertion might be demonstrated by innumerable passages from almost all the poetical writings, even of Milton himself.