William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - Всего страниц: 508 |
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... Sorrows of Werter . Rocks are dewless , as hard hearts are tearless . It was the gifted and wonderful sensibility within him that reflected the impressions of all natural objects ; the passion was in his own soul - he stands before us ...
... Sorrows of Werter . Rocks are dewless , as hard hearts are tearless . It was the gifted and wonderful sensibility within him that reflected the impressions of all natural objects ; the passion was in his own soul - he stands before us ...
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... sorrow too powerfully , that broader view in which nature and time become the ministers of provi- dence , and thus the inspiration of the poet , -is lost , and the personal emotions of the mere author become infe- rior to those wider ...
... sorrow too powerfully , that broader view in which nature and time become the ministers of provi- dence , and thus the inspiration of the poet , -is lost , and the personal emotions of the mere author become infe- rior to those wider ...
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... sorrow , but one of his most especial sources of grief was that England allied her- self with the confederacy of Europe to crush the liber- ties of France . To him at that moment England seemed recreant to herself - seemed to him to ...
... sorrow , but one of his most especial sources of grief was that England allied her- self with the confederacy of Europe to crush the liber- ties of France . To him at that moment England seemed recreant to herself - seemed to him to ...
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... sorrow that there was an inability to generalise - sufficiently- objects , seen when seen in themselves - not as parts of a great whole or world - it was this constant tendency to allow the eye to rest on the last object , and to be ...
... sorrow that there was an inability to generalise - sufficiently- objects , seen when seen in themselves - not as parts of a great whole or world - it was this constant tendency to allow the eye to rest on the last object , and to be ...
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... sorrow that could befal her . Her name was Alice Fell . At the next town Mr. G. left money to buy her a new cloak . " " W. wrote the Again the origin of the Beggars . poem of the Beggar Woman , taken from a woman whom I had seen nearly ...
... sorrow that could befal her . Her name was Alice Fell . At the next town Mr. G. left money to buy her a new cloak . " " W. wrote the Again the origin of the Beggars . poem of the Beggar Woman , taken from a woman whom I had seen nearly ...
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Стр. 371 - virtue, power; Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart, Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea, Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free; So didst thou travel on life's common way; In cheerful godliness, and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 50 - sad music of humanity ; Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To ehasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime, Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting sun?, And the round ocean, and the living
Стр. 49 - like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood; Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from
Стр. 371 - 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
Стр. 191 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie, His daily teachers had been woods and rills; The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Стр. 374 - are unblest: The wealthiest man among us is the best. No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence And pure religion breathing household laws.
Стр. 14 - the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed.
Стр. 443 - Oh for the coming of that glorious time, When prizing knowledge as her noblest wealth And best protection; this imperial realm, While she exacts allegiance shall admit An obligation on her part to teach ; Binding herself by statute, to secure For all the children whom her soil maintains, The rudiments of letters.
Стр. 205 - hair. Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee. They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The eruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea; But still the boatmen hear her
Стр. 172 - A single step that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour, opened to my view, Glory beyond all glory ever seen, By waking sense or by the dreaming soul! The appearance instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city—boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far, And self withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into