The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... happy Warrior A Poet's Epitaph To the Spade of a Friend To my Sister · · 208 209 211 214 - 217 218 To a Young Lady , who had been reproached for taking long Walks in the Country Lines written in early Spring Simon Lee The Wishing - gate ...
... happy Warrior A Poet's Epitaph To the Spade of a Friend To my Sister · · 208 209 211 214 - 217 218 To a Young Lady , who had been reproached for taking long Walks in the Country Lines written in early Spring Simon Lee The Wishing - gate ...
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... happy among themselves ; and lives in the greatest unanimity and friendship with them ; and , I believe , the minister and people are exceedingly satisfied with each other ; and indeed how should they be dissatisfied , when they have a ...
... happy among themselves ; and lives in the greatest unanimity and friendship with them ; and , I believe , the minister and people are exceedingly satisfied with each other ; and indeed how should they be dissatisfied , when they have a ...
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... happy ignorance of the follies and vices of the age , but in mutual peace and good - will with one another , and are seemingly ( I hope really too ) sincere Christians , and sound members of the established church , not one dissenter of ...
... happy ignorance of the follies and vices of the age , but in mutual peace and good - will with one another , and are seemingly ( I hope really too ) sincere Christians , and sound members of the established church , not one dissenter of ...
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William Wordsworth. to quit a situation where he had been so long happy , with a consciousness of being useful . Among his papers I find the following copy of a letter , dated 1775 , twenty years after his refusal of the curacy of Ulpha ...
William Wordsworth. to quit a situation where he had been so long happy , with a consciousness of being useful . Among his papers I find the following copy of a letter , dated 1775 , twenty years after his refusal of the curacy of Ulpha ...
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... happy . Sobriety , neatness , quiet- ness , characterised the whole family . No railings , no idleness , no indulgence of passion , were permitted . Every child , how- ever young , had its appointed engagements ; every hand was busy ...
... happy . Sobriety , neatness , quiet- ness , characterised the whole family . No railings , no idleness , no indulgence of passion , were permitted . Every child , how- ever young , had its appointed engagements ; every hand was busy ...
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Стр. 313 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Стр. 300 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Стр. 313 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! — But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single 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?
Стр. 212 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Стр. 276 - 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. 314 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Стр. 210 - Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast...
Стр. 257 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young Romilly...
Стр. 203 - 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. 334 - ... on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. — It is not, then, to be supposed that any one, who holds that sublime notion of Poetry...