The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Volume 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 |
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... given . This tragic Story cheared us ; for it speaks Of female patience winning firm repose ; And of the recompense which conscience seeks A bright , encouraging example shows ; Needful when o'er wide realms the tempest breaks , Needful ...
... given . This tragic Story cheared us ; for it speaks Of female patience winning firm repose ; And of the recompense which conscience seeks A bright , encouraging example shows ; Needful when o'er wide realms the tempest breaks , Needful ...
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... given , A gift of grace from purest heaven . What harmonious pensive changes Wait upon her as she ranges Round and through this Pile of state , Overthrown and desolate ! Now a step or two her way Is through space 12 CANTO I. THE WHITE DOE.
... given , A gift of grace from purest heaven . What harmonious pensive changes Wait upon her as she ranges Round and through this Pile of state , Overthrown and desolate ! Now a step or two her way Is through space 12 CANTO I. THE WHITE DOE.
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... given solemn word To noble Percy , — and a force , Still stronger , bends him to his course . This said , our tears to - day may fall As at an innocent funeral . 1 In deep and awful channel runs This sympathy of Sire and Sons ; Untried ...
... given solemn word To noble Percy , — and a force , Still stronger , bends him to his course . This said , our tears to - day may fall As at an innocent funeral . 1 In deep and awful channel runs This sympathy of Sire and Sons ; Untried ...
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... given in trust , To you a suffering State complains , And ye must raise her from the dust . With wishes of still bolder scope On you we look , with dearest hope , Even for our Altars , for the prize - - In Heaven , of life that never ...
... given in trust , To you a suffering State complains , And ye must raise her from the dust . With wishes of still bolder scope On you we look , with dearest hope , Even for our Altars , for the prize - - In Heaven , of life that never ...
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... given ! Still do our very children boast Of mitred Thurston , what a Host He conquered ! -Saw we not the Plain , ( And flying shall behold again ) Where faith was proved ? - while to battle moved The Standard on the Sacred wain , On ...
... given ! Still do our very children boast Of mitred Thurston , what a Host He conquered ! -Saw we not the Plain , ( And flying shall behold again ) Where faith was proved ? - while to battle moved The Standard on the Sacred wain , On ...
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admiration ancient appear Banner beautiful behold beneath blest bold Bolton bosom bower Brancepeth brave breath bright CALAIS calm chear Child city of Durham clouds CONVENTION OF CINTRA Creature dark dear delight doth earth Emily fair faith Father fear flowers Francis Friend Furness Fells genius gentle gleam glory grace GRASMERE green Islands ground Guernica hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour human Lady liberty look Lord loved Stream Maid meek mighty mind mortal murmur naiads nature night Norton o'er Ossian Paradise Lost peace pensive Poem Poet poetry praise prayer pure RIVER DERWENT Rylstone Shakespeare shewed sight silent sing sleep song SONNETS sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet thee thine thing THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought Towers triumph truth Vale voice White Doe wind words Ye Men youth
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Page 157 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 220 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That...
Page 154 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Page 129 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Page 221 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now...
Page 139 - 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!
Page 217 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.
Page 210 - ON THE EXTINcTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIc. ONcE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee ; And was the safeguard of the West : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
Page 226 - Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo, With mighty Nations for his underlings, The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow ; I find nothing great : Nothing is left which I can venerate ; So that a doubt almost within me springs Of Providence, such emptiness at length Seems at the heart of all things.
Page 150 - is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe ; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee Are, fostered by the comment and the gibe.