William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - Всего страниц: 508 |
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... 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 . ” But it is more to ...
... 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 . ” But it is more to ...
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... voice To speak of you , ye mountains , and ye lakes And sounding cataracts , ye mists and winds That dwell among the hills where I was born . If in my youth I have been pure in heart , If , mingling with the world , I am content With my ...
... voice To speak of you , ye mountains , and ye lakes And sounding cataracts , ye mists and winds That dwell among the hills where I was born . If in my youth I have been pure in heart , If , mingling with the world , I am content With my ...
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... voices of nature to his inspiration , Sighs , Shrieks , and Hosannas , " Voices and shadows , and images of voice , " " the Nun's faint Throb of holy fear , " " The sailor's Prayer breathed from a darkening sea . The cottage widow's ...
... voices of nature to his inspiration , Sighs , Shrieks , and Hosannas , " Voices and shadows , and images of voice , " " the Nun's faint Throb of holy fear , " " The sailor's Prayer breathed from a darkening sea . The cottage widow's ...
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... Voice of birds ; the glad Uproar of children at play ; the Bark of the watch dog , or the fox ; the Tinkling of the sheep Bell ; the Song of the nightingale in the deep covert of the grove , or of merry milk - maids in the meadows ...
... Voice of birds ; the glad Uproar of children at play ; the Bark of the watch dog , or the fox ; the Tinkling of the sheep Bell ; the Song of the nightingale in the deep covert of the grove , or of merry milk - maids in the meadows ...
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... voices shall run along the boughs in music ; for him the nymph shall return to the wood , and the naiad to the stream ; for him as he lies upon the margin of the stream , or beneath the branches of 50 STUDY NATURE . the beech , thoughts ...
... voices shall run along the boughs in music ; for him the nymph shall return to the wood , and the naiad to the stream ; for him as he lies upon the margin of the stream , or beneath the branches of 50 STUDY NATURE . the beech , thoughts ...
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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