 As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms...  The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Стр. 114авторы: William Wordsworth - 1871 - Страниц: 568Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1904 - Страниц: 926
...sense imagery we discern the excelling glory of the Eternal. In such moments men have felt that: — The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult...Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end. We are aware of the presence of God in His world. So, too, when we are morally at our highest and clearest... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 602
...The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect...Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.' 1 199. ' Thirty years afterwards I crossed the Alps by the same Pass : and what had become of the forms... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - Страниц: 688
...sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect...Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end. 1799. SHE waa a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 606
...The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect...Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.' 1799 ' Thirty years afterwards I crossed the Alps by the same Pass : and what had become o] the forms... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1845 - Страниц: 602
...The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect...workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, hlossoms upon one tree, Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - Страниц: 660
...drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospeet of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region...features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree, Charaeters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1845 - Страниц: 614
...voice, were in .them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered cloutls and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness...upon one tree, , Characters of the great Apocalypse, _ i ,. . . The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.' 1799.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - Страниц: 416
...The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As ifa voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect...Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end. XII. A NIGHT THOUGHT. Lo! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her happy destiny; Oft is .she hid... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1850 - Страниц: 412
...The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect...Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end. That night our lodging was a house that stood Alone within the valley, at a point Where, tumbling from... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1850 - Страниц: 396
...The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect...Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end. That night our lodging was a house that stood Alone within the valley, at a point Where, tumbling from... | |
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