Selections from WordsworthD.C. Heath & Company, 1889 - Всего страниц: 434 |
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... stand listening to those who do not recognize that " the life is more than meat , " and that the rise and fall of books obey the same law now as thousands of years ago , the degree in which they bear witness to the grand truth of the ...
... stand listening to those who do not recognize that " the life is more than meat , " and that the rise and fall of books obey the same law now as thousands of years ago , the degree in which they bear witness to the grand truth of the ...
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... stand sure ; What entered into thee , That was , is , and shall be ; Time's wheel runs back or stops ; Potter and clay endure . " These Selections have been chosen after some experience in their use with classes , and are , it is hoped ...
... stand sure ; What entered into thee , That was , is , and shall be ; Time's wheel runs back or stops ; Potter and clay endure . " These Selections have been chosen after some experience in their use with classes , and are , it is hoped ...
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... STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF ESTHWAITE, ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE, COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT. I79S-— 1798- Nay, Traveller ! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands Far from all human dwelling : what if here No sparkling rivulet spread ...
... STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF ESTHWAITE, ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE, COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT. I79S-— 1798- Nay, Traveller ! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands Far from all human dwelling : what if here No sparkling rivulet spread ...
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William Wordsworth. LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW - TREE WHICH STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF ESTHWAITE , ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE , COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT . 1795.- 1798 . NAY , Traveller ! rest . This lonely Yew - tree stands ...
William Wordsworth. LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW - TREE WHICH STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF ESTHWAITE , ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE , COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT . 1795.- 1798 . NAY , Traveller ! rest . This lonely Yew - tree stands ...
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... stands beside our door . There is a blessing in the air , Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My Sister ! ( ' t is a wish of mine ) Now that our morning meal is ...
... stands beside our door . There is a blessing in the air , Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My Sister ! ( ' t is a wish of mine ) Now that our morning meal is ...
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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!