What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
beauty behold beneath bird blank verse blessed bliss bower breath bright calm cheerful child Child is father clouds Coleridge creature cure of souls dear delight dost doth dream dwell earth fair fear feel flowers gentle Goslar Grasmere grass grave green groves happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour Idiot Boy lamb Laodamia light live lonely look Lucy Luke Lyrical Ballads maid Matthew Arnold melancholy mighty mind moral morning mother mountains mourned murmur nature never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain Peter Bell pleasure poems poet poetry quiet rock round Ruth Scott seemed shade shepherd sight silent sing Sir Walter Skiddaw sleep song sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit star stone stream summer sweet talc thee things thou art thought trees Twill vale verse voice wandered waters ween wild wind wood words Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Page 225 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 156 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Page 293 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 21 - Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 155 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Page 290 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Page 280 - Ah ! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream...
Page 286 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, 'The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 294 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 95 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.