The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Ninetheenth Century, Том 1Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... lived , that is to say I spent my days , in Southampton Row , as you very well remember . There was I and the future Lord Chancellor constantly employed from morning to night in giggling , and making giggle , instead of following the ...
... lived , that is to say I spent my days , in Southampton Row , as you very well remember . There was I and the future Lord Chancellor constantly employed from morning to night in giggling , and making giggle , instead of following the ...
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... lived periodic without any prevision in his mind or theirs of the ve different level upon which he and they should sta ! hereafter . Another pair of Cowper's literary schoolfellows w Lloyd and Churchill , persous much less safe and ...
... lived periodic without any prevision in his mind or theirs of the ve different level upon which he and they should sta ! hereafter . Another pair of Cowper's literary schoolfellows w Lloyd and Churchill , persous much less safe and ...
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... lived periodical , without any prevision in his mind or theirs of the very different level upon which he and they should stand hereafter . Another pair of Cowper's literary schoolfellows were Lloyd and Churchill , persons much less safe ...
... lived periodical , without any prevision in his mind or theirs of the very different level upon which he and they should stand hereafter . Another pair of Cowper's literary schoolfellows were Lloyd and Churchill , persons much less safe ...
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... lived the life of a careless egotist for years . He had let everything go from him rather than make the necessary effort to secure anything ; and , accordingly , he was quite defenceless when the strain came . And it was all the more ...
... lived the life of a careless egotist for years . He had let everything go from him rather than make the necessary effort to secure anything ; and , accordingly , he was quite defenceless when the strain came . And it was all the more ...
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... lived at Huntingdon had been almost monastic in its routine . Two hours of religious reading or con- verse in the morning , then morning prayer in church , then religious conversation in the evening , and a concert of hymns to wind up ...
... lived at Huntingdon had been almost monastic in its routine . Two hours of religious reading or con- verse in the morning , then morning prayer in church , then religious conversation in the evening , and a concert of hymns to wind up ...
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Стр. 204 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Стр. 173 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Стр. 202 - 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. 173 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 177 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Стр. 197 - So through 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, while the stars eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west the orange sky of evening died away...
Стр. 80 - To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves! Farewell, my friends ! Farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those— The bursting tears my heart declare, Farewell the bonnie banks of Ayr ! SONG.
Стр. 178 - Around, around flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes...
Стр. 173 - I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Стр. 196 - Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart ; And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of hope ; And hope that scarce would know itself from fear ; Sense of past youth, and manhood come in vain, And genius given, and knowledge won in vain...