Selections from WordsworthJ.F. Fletcher, 1885 - Всего страниц: 282 |
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... wood about that time said that he was on one occasion present in a large and polite circle where WORDSWORTH'S name happened to crop up . It was at once asked by one of the company who this fellow Wordsworth was , and what his writings ...
... wood about that time said that he was on one occasion present in a large and polite circle where WORDSWORTH'S name happened to crop up . It was at once asked by one of the company who this fellow Wordsworth was , and what his writings ...
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... woods . Beneath her father's roof , alone She seemed to live ; her thoughts her own ; Herself her own delight ; Pleased with herself , nor sad , nor gay ; And , passing thus the livelong day , She grew to woman's height . There came a ...
... woods . Beneath her father's roof , alone She seemed to live ; her thoughts her own ; Herself her own delight ; Pleased with herself , nor sad , nor gay ; And , passing thus the livelong day , She grew to woman's height . There came a ...
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... woods to be , Our shed at night to rear ; Or run , my own adopted bride , A sylvan huntress at my side , And drive the flying deer ! " Beloved Ruth ! " - No more he said . The wakeful Ruth at midnight shed A solitary tear : She thought ...
... woods to be , Our shed at night to rear ; Or run , my own adopted bride , A sylvan huntress at my side , And drive the flying deer ! " Beloved Ruth ! " - No more he said . The wakeful Ruth at midnight shed A solitary tear : She thought ...
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... woods . But , as you have before been told , This stripling , sportive , gay , and bold , And with his dancing crest So beautiful , through savage lands Had roamed about , with vagrant bands Of Indians in the west . The wind , the ...
... woods . But , as you have before been told , This stripling , sportive , gay , and bold , And with his dancing crest So beautiful , through savage lands Had roamed about , with vagrant bands Of Indians in the west . The wind , the ...
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... want of food , She from her dwelling in the wood Repairs to a road - side ; And there she begs at one steep place , Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen - travellers ride . That oaten pipe of hers is mute , Or thrown B 17 RUTH .
... want of food , She from her dwelling in the wood Repairs to a road - side ; And there she begs at one steep place , Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen - travellers ride . That oaten pipe of hers is mute , Or thrown B 17 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.