The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - Всего страниц: 285 |
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... truth the prison , unto which we doom Ourselves , no prison is : and hence for me , In sundry moods , ' twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some Souls ( for such there needs must be ) Who have ...
... truth the prison , unto which we doom Ourselves , no prison is : and hence for me , In sundry moods , ' twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some Souls ( for such there needs must be ) Who have ...
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... truth ; If there be aught of pure , or good , or great , In my past verse ; or shall be , in the lays Of higher mood , which now I meditate ; It gladdens me , O worthy , short - lived , Youth ! To think how much of this will be thy ...
... truth ; If there be aught of pure , or good , or great , In my past verse ; or shall be , in the lays Of higher mood , which now I meditate ; It gladdens me , O worthy , short - lived , Youth ! To think how much of this will be thy ...
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... truth which they alone shall comprehend Who shun the mischief which they cannot heal . Peace in these feverish times is sovereign bliss : Here , with no thirst but what the stream can slake , And startled only by the rustling brake ...
... truth which they alone shall comprehend Who shun the mischief which they cannot heal . Peace in these feverish times is sovereign bliss : Here , with no thirst but what the stream can slake , And startled only by the rustling brake ...
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... truth ; Much have ye suffered from Time's gnawing tooth ; Yet , O ye spires of Oxford ! domes and towers ! Gardens and groves ! your presence overpowers The soberness of reason ; till , in sooth , Transformed , and rushing on a bold ...
... truth ; Much have ye suffered from Time's gnawing tooth ; Yet , O ye spires of Oxford ! domes and towers ! Gardens and groves ! your presence overpowers The soberness of reason ; till , in sooth , Transformed , and rushing on a bold ...
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... drops of dew By morning shed around a flower half - blown ; Tears of delight , that testified how true To life thou art , and , in thy truth , how dear ! WHY art thou silent ? Is thy love a plant 50 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
... drops of dew By morning shed around a flower half - blown ; Tears of delight , that testified how true To life thou art , and , in thy truth , how dear ! WHY art thou silent ? Is thy love a plant 50 MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
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Стр. 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Стр. 77 - 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. 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Стр. 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Стр. 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Стр. 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Стр. 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Стр. 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Стр. 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Стр. 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...