Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - Всего страниц: 434 |
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... deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , 30 40 Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know that pride , 50 Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is ...
... deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , 30 40 Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know that pride , 50 Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is ...
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... deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky . The day is come when I again repose Here , under this dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage - ground , these orchard - tufts , Which at this season , with ...
... deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky . The day is come when I again repose Here , under this dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage - ground , these orchard - tufts , Which at this season , with ...
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... deep power of joy , We see into the life of things . 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 30 40 50 Unprofitable , and the fever of the world ...
... deep power of joy , We see into the life of things . 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 30 40 50 Unprofitable , and the fever of the world ...
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... deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever Nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For Nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad ...
... deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever Nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For Nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad ...
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... deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Never had living man such joyful lot ! ) Sir Walter walked all round , north , south , and west , And gazed and ...
... deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Never had living man such joyful lot ! ) Sir Walter walked all round , north , south , and west , And gazed and ...
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Стр. 157 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Стр. 302 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 175 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, 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. 19 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Стр. 176 - 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. 22 - Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Стр. 19 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Стр. 209 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Стр. 188 - 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. 194 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...