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beautiful became birds Book born breath bright called calm child clouds compared composed death deep delight doth dream Duty earth English especially existence expressed fear feeling fields flowers forms friends give given green growing Guide hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human idea Immortality Italy lake leaves light lines live London look means mind moon moral motion mountains move Nature never objects ODE TO DUTY once passed passion perhaps persons pleasure poem poet presence published reference river rock round says scene season seemed seen sense sight silent sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spring stanza stars thee things thinking thou thought trees verse vision voice wind woods Wordsworth written youth
Page 71 - Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.
Page 39 - Nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Page 24 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 89 - 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 past away a glory from the earth.
Page 15 - More welcome notes to weary bands Of Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Page xxv - I trust is their destiny ? — to console the afflicted, to add sunshine to daylight, by making the happy happier; to teach the young and the gracious of every age to see, to think, and feel, and therefore to become more actively and% securely virtuous...
Page 59 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Page 60 - 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; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 10 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; 20 Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. ' The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. 30 ' And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such...