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... er my course shall end , If in that hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy ,
My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you ,
CHILDHOOD OF JEAN PAUL . Thus while the sun sinks 18 FAREWELL TO
HAWKSHEAD .
... er my course shall end , If in that hour a single tie Survive of local sympathy ,
My soul will cast the backward view , The longing look alone on you ,
CHILDHOOD OF JEAN PAUL . Thus while the sun sinks 18 FAREWELL TO
HAWKSHEAD .
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... city ' s walls and ramparts , might be seen a beautiful and fertile plain ; the
same which stretches towards Höchst . In the summer season I commonly
learned my lessons there , and watched the thunder - storms , but could never
look my fill at ...
... city ' s walls and ramparts , might be seen a beautiful and fertile plain ; the
same which stretches towards Höchst . In the summer season I commonly
learned my lessons there , and watched the thunder - storms , but could never
look my fill at ...
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look my fill at the setting sun , which went down directly opposite my windows .
And when , at the same time , I saw the neighbours wandering through their
gardens taking care of their flowers , the children playing , parties of friends
enjoying ...
look my fill at the setting sun , which went down directly opposite my windows .
And when , at the same time , I saw the neighbours wandering through their
gardens taking care of their flowers , the children playing , parties of friends
enjoying ...
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... a remoter charm By thought supplied , nor any interest Unborrowed from the
eye . ” So the following sublime description of a mind dependent on nature for its
inspiration and its power , “ For I have learned To look on nature , F 2.
... a remoter charm By thought supplied , nor any interest Unborrowed from the
eye . ” So the following sublime description of a mind dependent on nature for its
inspiration and its power , “ For I have learned To look on nature , F 2.
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A Biography Edwin Paxton Hood. “ For I have learned To look on nature , not as
in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of
humanity ; Nor harsh , nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and
subdue .
A Biography Edwin Paxton Hood. “ For I have learned To look on nature , not as
in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of
humanity ; Nor harsh , nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and
subdue .
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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 |