Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D. C. L.E. Moxon, 1851 |
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... hand . This being borne in mind , it ensues as a matter of course , that the present Work does not claim for itself the title of a Life of Wordsworth . Nor , again , does it profess to offer a critical review of his Poems ; or to supply ...
... hand . This being borne in mind , it ensues as a matter of course , that the present Work does not claim for itself the title of a Life of Wordsworth . Nor , again , does it profess to offer a critical review of his Poems ; or to supply ...
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... hands . Having engaged to perform the labour assigned to him , he requested Mr. Wordsworth to favour him with a brief sketch of the most prominent circumstances in his life . Accordingly he did so . On the occasion of the same visit he ...
... hands . Having engaged to perform the labour assigned to him , he requested Mr. Wordsworth to favour him with a brief sketch of the most prominent circumstances in his life . Accordingly he did so . On the occasion of the same visit he ...
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... hand , but my heart failed . Upon another occasion , while I was at my grandfather's house at Penrith , along with my eldest brother , Richard , we were whipping tops together in the large drawing - room , on which the carpet was only ...
... hand , but my heart failed . Upon another occasion , while I was at my grandfather's house at Penrith , along with my eldest brother , Richard , we were whipping tops together in the large drawing - room , on which the carpet was only ...
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... hand , without knapsacks , and carry- ing each his needments tied up in a pocket handker- chief , with about twenty pounds apiece in our pockets . We crossed from Dover and landed at Calais on the eve of the day when the king was to ...
... hand , without knapsacks , and carry- ing each his needments tied up in a pocket handker- chief , with about twenty pounds apiece in our pockets . We crossed from Dover and landed at Calais on the eve of the day when the king was to ...
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... hand first shaped it , and the steps Of that same bard repeated to and fro , At morn , at noon , and under moonlight skies , Through the vicissitudes of many a year- Forbad the weeds to creep o'er its grey line . " 1 Here he " scattered ...
... hand first shaped it , and the steps Of that same bard repeated to and fro , At morn , at noon , and under moonlight skies , Through the vicissitudes of many a year- Forbad the weeds to creep o'er its grey line . " 1 Here he " scattered ...
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Стр. 203 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 35 - The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy.
Стр. 439 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What needst thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Стр. 134 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Стр. 380 - In the morning it is green and groweth up, but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.
Стр. 277 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Стр. 53 - Ah ! need I say, dear Friend ! that to the brim My heart was full; I made no vows, but vows Were then made for me ; bond unknown to me Was given, that I should be, else sinning greatly, A dedicated Spirit.
Стр. 341 - The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company!
Стр. 182 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 248 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.