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There is a world within a world , which contains within itself the principles of unity
, An Æsthetic Biography descends to that world ; it does not regard the mental life
as umimportant , or less important , but much more so than the outer , since it is ...
There is a world within a world , which contains within itself the principles of unity
, An Æsthetic Biography descends to that world ; it does not regard the mental life
as umimportant , or less important , but much more so than the outer , since it is ...
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No man depended less on what the outer could do for him , although he allowed
the outer world to make an impression on him ; say rather he allowed the world to
take him wheresoever it listed , but insisted on preserving his own impressions ...
No man depended less on what the outer could do for him , although he allowed
the outer world to make an impression on him ; say rather he allowed the world to
take him wheresoever it listed , but insisted on preserving his own impressions ...
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... even in comparative childhood it was alive to vivid and precocious reflection ,
his school days not less than the later period of his life bear testimony to his
sensibility to wonder , and to thought . We should hazard the remark that he was
a boy ...
... even in comparative childhood it was alive to vivid and precocious reflection ,
his school days not less than the later period of his life bear testimony to his
sensibility to wonder , and to thought . We should hazard the remark that he was
a boy ...
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... and real ; we are reminded of them only in Wordsworth ' s Prelude by their
oppositeness to it , for Richter was but little of an artist , and he contemplated
those subjects of his memoirs less through the eye of philosophy , than that of
love .
... and real ; we are reminded of them only in Wordsworth ' s Prelude by their
oppositeness to it , for Richter was but little of an artist , and he contemplated
those subjects of his memoirs less through the eye of philosophy , than that of
love .
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... moreover , we can see that he became less and less disposed to yield himself
to the study of books ; Man , and Nature , and Human life , were calling him even
then , and the university presented to him for the most part a wide and echoing ...
... moreover , we can see that he became less and less disposed to yield himself
to the study of books ; Man , and Nature , and Human life , were calling him even
then , and the university presented to him for the most part a wide and echoing ...
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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 |