Selections from the poetical works of William Wordsworth, ed. with notes by H.H. Turner |
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... later , at Brentford and Eton , it seems indeed fortunate that the genius of Wordsworth was not exposed to influences it would hardly have survived . Wordsworth's school days , although very uneventful , were in many ways the most ...
... later , at Brentford and Eton , it seems indeed fortunate that the genius of Wordsworth was not exposed to influences it would hardly have survived . Wordsworth's school days , although very uneventful , were in many ways the most ...
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... later in the year in Westmoreland , and the Wordsworths first saw their future home . In the winter of the last year of the century , the brother and sister took a house at the town end of Grassmere ; and two years later an increase of ...
... later in the year in Westmoreland , and the Wordsworths first saw their future home . In the winter of the last year of the century , the brother and sister took a house at the town end of Grassmere ; and two years later an increase of ...
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... later , Coleridge too ended a life , much of which had been a long struggle with pain , and poverty , and religious doubts , although his later days were more tranquil . The death of Coleridge was followed in 1842 by that of Southey ...
... later , Coleridge too ended a life , much of which had been a long struggle with pain , and poverty , and religious doubts , although his later days were more tranquil . The death of Coleridge was followed in 1842 by that of Southey ...
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... later years , and , although they lack the intense spirituality and bright feeling of his earlier poems , they possess much quiet beauty . Few poets have been so loaded with misleading phrases as Wordsworth . He has been called , for ...
... later years , and , although they lack the intense spirituality and bright feeling of his earlier poems , they possess much quiet beauty . Few poets have been so loaded with misleading phrases as Wordsworth . He has been called , for ...
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... later editions of this stanza is- " In clouds above the lark is heard , But drops not here to earth for rest . Within this lonesome nook the bird Doth never build her nest ; No beast , no bird , hath here his home . Bees wafted on the ...
... later editions of this stanza is- " In clouds above the lark is heard , But drops not here to earth for rest . Within this lonesome nook the bird Doth never build her nest ; No beast , no bird , hath here his home . Bees wafted on the ...
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Страница 22 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Страница 13 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Страница 32 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Страница 15 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Страница 32 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Страница 14 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Страница 12 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Страница 12 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Страница xi - A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit, still and bright With something of an angel light.
Страница 9 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.