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The star heaven no star map paints , altho ' painting may represent a landscape .
This beloved spirit resembled the swans which in the harsh season of the year
keep the waters open by their motion . Born as it were with a love potion of fervid
...
The star heaven no star map paints , altho ' painting may represent a landscape .
This beloved spirit resembled the swans which in the harsh season of the year
keep the waters open by their motion . Born as it were with a love potion of fervid
...
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... ancient Grecian , and Greece was , through all her rites and ceremonies , her
literature , sculpture , and architecture , the mirror of nature . That transparent
language , that polished mind , how they reflected the lights of heaven and of
earth .
... ancient Grecian , and Greece was , through all her rites and ceremonies , her
literature , sculpture , and architecture , the mirror of nature . That transparent
language , that polished mind , how they reflected the lights of heaven and of
earth .
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... believed in the possibility of being raised up to execute the Heaven - sent
command . Like the Greeks of old , Wordsworth does not appear to have had any
very clear idea that the world contained any absolute evil ; as is the modern faith ,
so ...
... believed in the possibility of being raised up to execute the Heaven - sent
command . Like the Greeks of old , Wordsworth does not appear to have had any
very clear idea that the world contained any absolute evil ; as is the modern faith ,
so ...
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... pines , or Thunder among the mountains ; the Wail of the Organ in the old
abbey , “ When the tubed engine feels the inspiring blast And has begun its
clouds of sound to cast Forth towards Empyreal Heaven , As if the fretted roof
were riven .
... pines , or Thunder among the mountains ; the Wail of the Organ in the old
abbey , “ When the tubed engine feels the inspiring blast And has begun its
clouds of sound to cast Forth towards Empyreal Heaven , As if the fretted roof
were riven .
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If this belief from heaven be sent , If such be nature ' s holy plan , Have I not
reason to lament , What man has made of man . " And thus , - the sympathy
established between the poet and his world , that world becomes his instructor : “
One ...
If this belief from heaven be sent , If such be nature ' s holy plan , Have I not
reason to lament , What man has made of man . " And thus , - the sympathy
established between the poet and his world , that world becomes his instructor : “
One ...
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Страница 366 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we 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...
Страница 332 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Страница 363 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: 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 manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Страница 363 - 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 17 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Страница 377 - I trust is their destiny, to console the afflicted, to add sunshine to daylight by making the happy happier, to teach the young and the gracious of every age, to see, to think and feel, and therefore to become more actively and securely virtuous; this is their office, which I trust they will faithfully perform long after we (that is, all that is mortal of us) are mouldered in our graves.
Страница 326 - ... During the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Страница 47 - The sounding cataract Haunted me 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 the eye.
Страница 324 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Страница 166 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — And mists that spread the flying shroud; And sunbeams; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier holds it fast.
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| Наслов | William Wordsworth: A Biography |
| Аутор | Edwin Paxton Hood |
| Издавач | Cash, 1856 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 14 јун 2006 |
| Дужина | 508 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |