William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - Всего страниц: 508 |
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... passed in various places , with his mother's relations at Penrith , or in his father's house at Cockermouth . He has perpetuated and memorialized most of the impressions and doings of those childish days , with old Dame Birkett , to ...
... passed in various places , with his mother's relations at Penrith , or in his father's house at Cockermouth . He has perpetuated and memorialized most of the impressions and doings of those childish days , with old Dame Birkett , to ...
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... passed so near to the village , at the house of a brave young farmer , who had but just robbed an eagle's ærie , of an eaglet and egg . Indeed at that time the royal but destructive bird visited those mountains , and which was not so ...
... passed so near to the village , at the house of a brave young farmer , who had but just robbed an eagle's ærie , of an eaglet and egg . Indeed at that time the royal but destructive bird visited those mountains , and which was not so ...
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... passed some of the first and most important portions of his life . In Education we must underrate nothing , and certainly not the influence of Scenery . It is true that neither scenery nor books , nor any course of training can put ...
... passed some of the first and most important portions of his life . In Education we must underrate nothing , and certainly not the influence of Scenery . It is true that neither scenery nor books , nor any course of training can put ...
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... passed . It was a realm unknown , untrodden , and unheard of by almost all the gentle or simple of the British islands ; the trim tokens of cultivation and urbanity which now meet the eye over the whole lake district were then and there ...
... passed . It was a realm unknown , untrodden , and unheard of by almost all the gentle or simple of the British islands ; the trim tokens of cultivation and urbanity which now meet the eye over the whole lake district were then and there ...
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... passed in an old imperial city of Germany would invest the young associations with very different ideas to those induced by a residence among simple villagers and mountains , But again we are compelled to see that as compared with ...
... passed in an old imperial city of Germany would invest the young associations with very different ideas to those induced by a residence among simple villagers and mountains , But again we are compelled to see that as compared with ...
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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.