Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - Всего страниц: 434 |
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... says : " Let us try to know what an author says before we proceed to classify or to pass sentence upon him . It is wonderful how much our faculties of discernment will grow and unfold themselves if we begin by throwing all our notions ...
... says : " Let us try to know what an author says before we proceed to classify or to pass sentence upon him . It is wonderful how much our faculties of discernment will grow and unfold themselves if we begin by throwing all our notions ...
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... says : " There is not a rural village , nor a mighty city , the peace of which will not one day depend upon the answer time must make to this question . " In these times of " storm and stress , " as the Germans say , of handicrafts and ...
... says : " There is not a rural village , nor a mighty city , the peace of which will not one day depend upon the answer time must make to this question . " In these times of " storm and stress , " as the Germans say , of handicrafts and ...
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... says that the method of teaching which approaches most nearly to the method of investigation is incomparably the best . This work is based upon the idea that we should keep close to those writers who have enriched the tone and expanded ...
... says that the method of teaching which approaches most nearly to the method of investigation is incomparably the best . This work is based upon the idea that we should keep close to those writers who have enriched the tone and expanded ...
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... say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath ...
... say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath ...
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... What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly take it : It is no tale ; but , should you think , Perhaps a tale you'll make it . 50 60 70 One summer day I chanced to see This old Man SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH . 9.
... What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly take it : It is no tale ; but , should you think , Perhaps a tale you'll make it . 50 60 70 One summer day I chanced to see This old Man SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH . 9.
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Стр. 159 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Стр. 280 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 33 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 187 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 20 - Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Стр. 193 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Стр. 201 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Стр. 13 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Стр. 172 - Ah! then, if mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile!
Стр. 17 - In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye!