 The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's...  Selections from Wordsworth - Стр. 201авторы: William Wordsworth - 1885 - Страниц: 282Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Thomas Pfau - 1997 - Страниц: 478
...obtrusive and overdetermined tone, indeed with a quotation of the preceding ballad's imperious exhortation: Up! Up! my friend, and clear your looks, Why all this toil and trouble? Up! Up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun, above the mountain's... | |
 | Nicholas Humphrey - 1999 - Страниц: 244
...movement, was entirely scornful of those who would disparage the intimate enjoyment of the senses. Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? Up! up.' my Friend, and quit your books: Or surely you'll grow double: One impulse from a vernal wood... | |
 | Hans Werner Breunig - 2002 - Страниц: 356
...(aaO, p. 259). Wordsworth sei Büchern gegenüber gleichgültig gewesen.21 Wordsworth schreibt: Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow...and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bnng with you a heart That... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - Страниц: 356
...this old grey stone, And dream my time away.' The Tables Turned An evening scene, on the same subject Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks, Why all this toil and trouble? Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun above the mountain's... | |
 | Patricia L. Munhall - 2007 - Страниц: 660
...movement (and perhaps how the reader of this text might feel about now): The Tables Turned Up! Lip! My friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow...and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble. . . . Books! Tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! On... | |
 | Nancy Oelklaus - 2008 - Страниц: 238
...parent who would just sit with them for awhile and honor their feelings. "The Tables Turned" UP! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow...a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle... | |
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