The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth in Four Volumes

 
9781150912177: The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth in Four Volumes

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1820 Excerpt: ... ODE. I.. 1 Here 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 yor,e;--Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more! II. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose,--The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. HI. Now, while the Birds thus sfng a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound 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. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,--No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;--Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd Boy! IV. Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal,. The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning; And the Children are pulling, On every side,. In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm:--I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!--But there's a Tree, of many one, A sing...

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Wordsworth, William
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Descrizione libro General Books LLC. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 54 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1820 Excerpt: . . . ODE. I. . 1 Here 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 yor, e;--Turn wheresoeer I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more! II. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, --The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, whereer I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. HI. Now, while the Birds thus sfng a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabors sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, --No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;--Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd Boy! IV. Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, . The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning; And the Children are pulling, On every side, . In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mothers arm: --I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!--But theres a Tree, of many one, A sing. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN. Paperback. Codice libro della libreria 9781150912177

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