William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - Всего страниц: 508 |
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... truth . There will ever be felt an interest - an intui- tional curiosity to know the inner world of an eminent and celebrated man , and to compare it with his outer life . What were his habits and his inner resources ? On what did he ...
... truth . There will ever be felt an interest - an intui- tional curiosity to know the inner world of an eminent and celebrated man , and to compare it with his outer life . What were his habits and his inner resources ? On what did he ...
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... truth all those dramas and fictions are æsthetic biographies , which unwind through the long soliloquy , and meditation , and conversation , the secret clue of motive . But this is a world of which most people know but little , the ...
... truth all those dramas and fictions are æsthetic biographies , which unwind through the long soliloquy , and meditation , and conversation , the secret clue of motive . But this is a world of which most people know but little , the ...
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... truth of Hogarth , and the homeliness of Wilkie , it unites the spiritual fancy of Maclise . It is impossible to read the first pages with- out feeling how much that is said of the Pine Mountain was true of Hawkshead , when the ...
... truth of Hogarth , and the homeliness of Wilkie , it unites the spiritual fancy of Maclise . It is impossible to read the first pages with- out feeling how much that is said of the Pine Mountain was true of Hawkshead , when the ...
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... truth there is in this the reader knows , of old this lesson has come to us as the wisest and the best , the only lesson indeed worth communicating . Study Nature ; man is the minister and interpreter of nature - it is the study of ...
... truth there is in this the reader knows , of old this lesson has come to us as the wisest and the best , the only lesson indeed worth communicating . Study Nature ; man is the minister and interpreter of nature - it is the study of ...
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... truth is , the necessities of the outer world never sat severely on Wordsworth ; he never heard the harsh voice of nature saying to him , " You must work or starve . " Poor Coleridge heard that voice . Southey too , perhaps . One cannot ...
... truth is , the necessities of the outer world never sat severely on Wordsworth ; he never heard the harsh voice of nature saying to him , " You must work or starve . " Poor Coleridge heard that voice . Southey too , perhaps . One cannot ...
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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.