The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 4Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... show ; And , re - appearing , she no less To the open day gives blessedness . But say , among these holy places , Which thus assiduously she paces , Comes she with a votary's task , Rite to perform B 6 CANTO I. 11 OF RYLSTONE .
... show ; And , re - appearing , she no less To the open day gives blessedness . But say , among these holy places , Which thus assiduously she paces , Comes she with a votary's task , Rite to perform B 6 CANTO I. 11 OF RYLSTONE .
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... Less would not at our need be due To us , who war against the Untrue ; The delegates of Heaven we rise , Convoked the impious to chastise ; We , we the sanctities of old Would re - establish and uphold . " - ― The Chiefs were by his ...
... Less would not at our need be due To us , who war against the Untrue ; The delegates of Heaven we rise , Convoked the impious to chastise ; We , we the sanctities of old Would re - establish and uphold . " - ― The Chiefs were by his ...
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... less than 1400 feet of timber . " Page 17 . Line 4 . " When Lady Aäliza mourned . " The detail of this tradition may be found in Dr. Whitaker's book , and in a Poem in the Fourth Volume of this Collection , " The Force of Prayer , " & c ...
... less than 1400 feet of timber . " Page 17 . Line 4 . " When Lady Aäliza mourned . " The detail of this tradition may be found in Dr. Whitaker's book , and in a Poem in the Fourth Volume of this Collection , " The Force of Prayer , " & c ...
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... less , That laboureth his language to express , Even so fare I ; and therefore , I thee pray , Guide thou my song which I of thee shall say . There was in Asia , in a mighty town , ' Mong Christian folk , a street where Jews might be ...
... less , That laboureth his language to express , Even so fare I ; and therefore , I thee pray , Guide thou my song which I of thee shall say . There was in Asia , in a mighty town , ' Mong Christian folk , a street where Jews might be ...
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... Beats frequent on thy satiate ear , A pleased attention I may win To agitations less severe , That neither overwhelm nor cloy , But fill the hollow vale with joy ! I. Nor envying shades which haply yet may throw A 122 TO THE REV . DR . W.
... Beats frequent on thy satiate ear , A pleased attention I may win To agitations less severe , That neither overwhelm nor cloy , But fill the hollow vale with joy ! I. Nor envying shades which haply yet may throw A 122 TO THE REV . DR . W.
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Том 4 William Wordsworth Полный просмотр - 1865 |
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Стр. 350 - 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. 213 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Стр. 360 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated...
Стр. 352 - 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. 294 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Стр. 350 - 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. 347 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Стр. 333 - So once it would have been, — 'tis so no more ; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone, which nothing can restore ; A deep distress hath humanised my Soul.
Стр. 367 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Стр. 367 - ... that not only the language of a large portion of every good poem, even of the most elevated character, must necessarily, except with reference to the metre, in no respect differ from that of good prose, but likewise that some of the most interesting parts of the best poems will be found to be strictly the language of prose when prose is well written. The truth of this assertion might be demonstrated by innumerable passages from almost all the poetical writings, even of Milton himself.