William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - Всего страниц: 508 |
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... LAND OF WORDSWORTH . - -The Localized Impressions - The Lake Country in the Old Time - Old Times and Old Manners - Social Life in the Last Century - Farm House Life The Dalesmen - Mountain Echoes - Sunset among the Mountains - Helvellyn ...
... LAND OF WORDSWORTH . - -The Localized Impressions - The Lake Country in the Old Time - Old Times and Old Manners - Social Life in the Last Century - Farm House Life The Dalesmen - Mountain Echoes - Sunset among the Mountains - Helvellyn ...
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... land , hearts to reciprocate and prize each other's tenderness , and to feel , and yield to the blessed influ- ences and chastenings of moral power . But lovely as the thing looks in theory , it is not good in practice . No , let that ...
... land , hearts to reciprocate and prize each other's tenderness , and to feel , and yield to the blessed influ- ences and chastenings of moral power . But lovely as the thing looks in theory , it is not good in practice . No , let that ...
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... lands , and ocean isles who will may see ; but these are but the thresholds of her court and her temple ; the grotto and the grove you may see , but the spirit , the arch priestess , it is possible to frequent the porch all your days ...
... lands , and ocean isles who will may see ; but these are but the thresholds of her court and her temple ; the grotto and the grove you may see , but the spirit , the arch priestess , it is possible to frequent the porch all your days ...
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... land where all around were the evidences of revolution , turbulence , and disorder ; he was there during the days of the King's imprisonment ; of Robespierre's pre - eminence ; of the massacres of September ; of the disputes between the ...
... land where all around were the evidences of revolution , turbulence , and disorder ; he was there during the days of the King's imprisonment ; of Robespierre's pre - eminence ; of the massacres of September ; of the disputes between the ...
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... land - he had moved to and fro apparently in aimless existence , and in his own country appeared uncertain where to find a him by the hand , to give tenderness to his resting place ; but Milton had no sweet sister to take.
... land - he had moved to and fro apparently in aimless existence , and in his own country appeared uncertain where to find a him by the hand , to give tenderness to his resting place ; but Milton had no sweet sister to take.
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Стр. 366 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause...
Стр. 332 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Стр. 363 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 363 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 17 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Стр. 377 - I trust is their destiny, to console the afflicted, to add sunshine to daylight by making the happy happier, to teach the young and the gracious of every age, to see, to think and feel, and therefore to become more actively and securely virtuous; this is their office, which I trust they will faithfully perform long after we (that is, all that is mortal of us) are mouldered in our graves.
Стр. 326 - ... 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. 47 - 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.
Стр. 324 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Стр. 166 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — And mists that spread the flying shroud; And sunbeams; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier holds it fast.