William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - Всего страниц: 508 |
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... thought that there is a need for some such expo- sition as this volume professes to be , and while I feel that I have brought to the self - imposed task few other qualifications than affectionate reverence , I still hope that it may ...
... thought that there is a need for some such expo- sition as this volume professes to be , and while I feel that I have brought to the self - imposed task few other qualifications than affectionate reverence , I still hope that it may ...
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... thought of the subject of his life . Thus there is no interference at all with the affectionate and volumi- nous life of Dr. Wordsworth , the poet's nephew . The aim throughout of the present author is , simply inter- fusion , and as he ...
... thought of the subject of his life . Thus there is no interference at all with the affectionate and volumi- nous life of Dr. Wordsworth , the poet's nephew . The aim throughout of the present author is , simply inter- fusion , and as he ...
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... thought and fancy , which have made him so illus- trious as a teacher and writer . Thus , then , narrative in the ordinary sense of the word forms but a small portion of the present plan . Dissertation , and Illustration , and ...
... thought and fancy , which have made him so illus- trious as a teacher and writer . Thus , then , narrative in the ordinary sense of the word forms but a small portion of the present plan . Dissertation , and Illustration , and ...
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... thought within him . He must have been a mystery to his companions . He has told us that the ode on the " Intimations of Immortality in Childhood " was the result of the working and movement of his own mind . And we know , from the same ...
... thought within him . He must have been a mystery to his companions . He has told us that the ode on the " Intimations of Immortality in Childhood " was the result of the working and movement of his own mind . And we know , from the same ...
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... thought , his mind never lay unconscious , even in comparative childhood it was alive to vivid and precocious reflection , his school days not less than the later period of his life bear testimony to his sensibility to wonder , and to ...
... thought , his mind never lay unconscious , even in comparative childhood it was alive to vivid and precocious reflection , his school days not less than the later period of his life bear testimony to his sensibility to wonder , and to ...
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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.