William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - 508 страница |
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... feeling in after life , when he renewed his old impressions and affections . He left Hawkshead at six- teen years of age , and the lines in which he apostrophised the lake , hills , and valleys , so beloved and endeared by memory and ...
... feeling in after life , when he renewed his old impressions and affections . He left Hawkshead at six- teen years of age , and the lines in which he apostrophised the lake , hills , and valleys , so beloved and endeared by memory and ...
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... feeling how much that is said of the Pine Mountain was true of Hawkshead , when the schoolboy days of Wordsworth were spent there , but it did not come in our poet's design to paint these . Richter has given to us a perfect German Idyl ...
... feeling how much that is said of the Pine Mountain was true of Hawkshead , when the schoolboy days of Wordsworth were spent there , but it did not come in our poet's design to paint these . Richter has given to us a perfect German Idyl ...
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... feeling of solitude , and a sense of vague longing resulting from it , which , conspiring with the seriousness and awe implanted in me by nature , exerted its influence at an early age , and shewed itself more distinctly in after years ...
... feeling of solitude , and a sense of vague longing resulting from it , which , conspiring with the seriousness and awe implanted in me by nature , exerted its influence at an early age , and shewed itself more distinctly in after years ...
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... feeling and the ten- dency beset him . The childhood of Wordsworth un- } fortunately has proved the manhood of millions of men in our age , he says " I felt the sentiment of being spread O'er all that moves , and all that seemeth still ...
... feeling and the ten- dency beset him . The childhood of Wordsworth un- } fortunately has proved the manhood of millions of men in our age , he says " I felt the sentiment of being spread O'er all that moves , and all that seemeth still ...
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... feeling . More and more the feeling of his independence came to him ; he longed to stand unpropped , yet his mind he assures us had within , both the Cavern and the Arbour ; the place for thought and the place for pleasure . The great ...
... feeling . More and more the feeling of his independence came to him ; he longed to stand unpropped , yet his mind he assures us had within , both the Cavern and the Arbour ; the place for thought and the place for pleasure . The great ...
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Страница 371 - virtue, power; 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.
Страница 50 - sad music of humanity ; Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To ehasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime, Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting sun?, And the round ocean, and the living
Страница 49 - 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
Страница 371 - 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
Страница 191 - 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.
Страница 374 - 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 Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence And pure religion breathing household laws.
Страница 14 - the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed.
Страница 443 - Oh for the coming of that glorious time, When prizing knowledge as her noblest wealth And best protection; this imperial realm, While she exacts allegiance shall admit An obligation on her part to teach ; Binding herself by statute, to secure For all the children whom her soil maintains, The rudiments of letters.
Страница 205 - hair. Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee. They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The eruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea; But still the boatmen hear her
Страница 172 - A single step that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour, opened to my view, Glory beyond all glory ever seen, By waking sense or by the dreaming soul! The appearance instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city—boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far, And self withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into