Selections from WordsworthJ.F. Fletcher, 1885 - Всего страниц: 282 |
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... fields again ; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain . Our youth return'd ; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead , Spirits dried up and closely furl'd , The freshness of the early world . -MATTHEW Arnold . . CONTENTS ...
... fields again ; Our foreheads felt the wind and rain . Our youth return'd ; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead , Spirits dried up and closely furl'd , The freshness of the early world . -MATTHEW Arnold . . CONTENTS ...
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... an arduous labourer in the fields of learn- ing , but it is quite certain that the great lessons of his life were first taught him during his residence at Hawkshead , and that it was there that his acquaintance , which 14 MEMOIR .
... an arduous labourer in the fields of learn- ing , but it is quite certain that the great lessons of his life were first taught him during his residence at Hawkshead , and that it was there that his acquaintance , which 14 MEMOIR .
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of something that is gone ; The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now , the glory and the dream ? V. Our birth is but a ...
... field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of something that is gone ; The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now , the glory and the dream ? V. Our birth is but a ...
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... none took thought ; And where it liked her best she sought Her shelter and her bread . Among the fields she breathed again : The master current of her brain Ran permanent and free ; And , coming to the banks of Tone , There 16 RUTH .
... none took thought ; And where it liked her best she sought Her shelter and her bread . Among the fields she breathed again : The master current of her brain Ran permanent and free ; And , coming to the banks of Tone , There 16 RUTH .
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Стр. 197 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, — The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Стр. 7 - Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May...
Стр. 237 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Стр. 201 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher :^ Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Стр. 186 - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Стр. 117 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved; Nor uniformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane...
Стр. 238 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Стр. 1 - THERE 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 yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Стр. 201 - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Стр. 187 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize, In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.