Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - Всего страниц: 434 |
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... lived in the senses , and in the Middle Ages he was oblivious of the present and looked only to the securing of a peaceful future , now he considers the present in its relation to the future , and views life as one and continuous ...
... lived in the senses , and in the Middle Ages he was oblivious of the present and looked only to the securing of a peaceful future , now he considers the present in its relation to the future , and views life as one and continuous ...
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... lived , and another belonged to a person who lived in a different time and who had another work . " It is by vital energy of soul projected into their works that the poets have moved men . Wordsworth , " a severe but genial critic ...
... lived , and another belonged to a person who lived in a different time and who had another work . " It is by vital energy of soul projected into their works that the poets have moved men . Wordsworth , " a severe but genial critic ...
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... lived A running huntsman merry ; And still the centre of his cheek Is red as a ripe cherry . No man like him the horn could sound , And hill and valley rang with glee When Echo bandied round and round The halloo of Simon Lee . In those ...
... lived A running huntsman merry ; And still the centre of his cheek Is red as a ripe cherry . No man like him the horn could sound , And hill and valley rang with glee When Echo bandied round and round The halloo of Simon Lee . In those ...
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... lived before you ! " One morning thus , by Esthwaite lake , When life was sweet , I knew not why , To me my good friend Matthew spake , And thus I made reply : " The eye - it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our ...
... lived before you ! " One morning thus , by Esthwaite lake , When life was sweet , I knew not why , To me my good friend Matthew spake , And thus I made reply : " The eye - it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our ...
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... lived , So in the eye of Nature let him die ! ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY AND DECAY . 1798.- 1798 . THE little hedge - row birds , That peck along the road , regard him not . He travels on , and in his face , his step , His gait , his one ...
... lived , So in the eye of Nature let him die ! ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY AND DECAY . 1798.- 1798 . THE little hedge - row birds , That peck along the road , regard him not . He travels on , and in his face , his step , His gait , his one ...
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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...