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... passion was for rural sights and sounds , and it is computed that during his life he walked somewhere about 180,000 English miles . He lived in the open air . The country , in its silences and in its solitudes , was his library , his ...
... passion was for rural sights and sounds , and it is computed that during his life he walked somewhere about 180,000 English miles . He lived in the open air . The country , in its silences and in its solitudes , was his library , his ...
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... passion besides the passion for advancement , and some other end than the end pursued by the busy and the eager of the day . But all this supposes time and retirement , and demands a staple sustenance as a set - off against the pangs of ...
... passion besides the passion for advancement , and some other end than the end pursued by the busy and the eager of the day . But all this supposes time and retirement , and demands a staple sustenance as a set - off against the pangs of ...
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... passion and joy as when he was a child - the_man who can retain the same trust in the innate goodness of human nature as when he first looked up into his father's eye and trusted his father's hand - that man grows young with years ...
... passion and joy as when he was a child - the_man who can retain the same trust in the innate goodness of human nature as when he first looked up into his father's eye and trusted his father's hand - that man grows young with years ...
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... passion : ' Long have I loved what I behold , The night that calms , the day that cheers ; The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me - her tears , her mirth , Her humblest mirth and tears . ' We speak of Wordsworth as the naturalist ...
... passion : ' Long have I loved what I behold , The night that calms , the day that cheers ; The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me - her tears , her mirth , Her humblest mirth and tears . ' We speak of Wordsworth as the naturalist ...
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... passion for idealizing objects that were never meant for such distinction - the result being that , while he did not succeed in glorifying the object , he did succeed somewhat in betraying the elements of weakness in his own poetic ...
... passion for idealizing objects that were never meant for such distinction - the result being that , while he did not succeed in glorifying the object , he did succeed somewhat in betraying the elements of weakness in his own poetic ...
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Abel Abt Vogler beauty beneath blasphemy breath brother Browning Browning's Byron Cain Cain's child Cleon clod Coleridge cries cursed dead death Divine dream earl was fair earth eternal faith fire genius gloom glory gold golden Golden Ass Hallam hand hate heart heaven Hood hope humour imagination immortal immortal hours instinct life's light live Locksley Hall look Lucifer man's Manfred Maud mighty mind mirth mood MOODIST moral Nature never night Palace of Art Paracelsus passion poem poet poetry pride Protus Rabbi Ben Ezra realm religion Revolt of Islam ribaldry rouse scorn seeks selfish shadow Shelley Shelley's sing song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stand stars Stopford Brooke sweet tears Tennyson thee thing thou thought touch true truth turn turret and tree unseen voice Wanderer wealth weep wind words Wordsworth worship youth
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Страница 8 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Страница 14 - Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Страница 161 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Страница 184 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Страница 15 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Страница 56 - 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!
Страница 34 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Страница 136 - As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Страница 169 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Страница 180 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard...