William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - 508 страница |
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... seem too high . I regard him as the Third English Poet , and eminently the Poet of our Age . If to Milton we may assign height , and to Shakspeare breadth , to Words- worth more than either - we must assign depth . If Milton is the ...
... seem too high . I regard him as the Third English Poet , and eminently the Poet of our Age . If to Milton we may assign height , and to Shakspeare breadth , to Words- worth more than either - we must assign depth . If Milton is the ...
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... seem the case in the analysis of the elements of tragic genius suggested by poems so short but so full and so vital as those of Lao- damia and Dion . And now , dearest of friends , and severest of critics , affectionately , Farewell ...
... seem the case in the analysis of the elements of tragic genius suggested by poems so short but so full and so vital as those of Lao- damia and Dion . And now , dearest of friends , and severest of critics , affectionately , Farewell ...
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... seems as if he lived only to record in verse his own experiences , emotions , and volitions ; and hence equally with the poets to whom reference has been made it may be said he does not need a biographer ; then let us hope that we may ...
... seems as if he lived only to record in verse his own experiences , emotions , and volitions ; and hence equally with the poets to whom reference has been made it may be said he does not need a biographer ; then let us hope that we may ...
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... seems to transcend its morality , -in a few exceptional instances it may be true that our ideal does not suffer by the nearness of our approach , and Johnson's is one . Wordsworth himself once remarked to the writer of this volume that ...
... seems to transcend its morality , -in a few exceptional instances it may be true that our ideal does not suffer by the nearness of our approach , and Johnson's is one . Wordsworth himself once remarked to the writer of this volume that ...
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... seems to have anticipated with maternal prescience the peculiar difficulties to which his temperament might expose him . She had remarked to a friend that of all her five children he was the only one about whose future life she was ...
... seems to have anticipated with maternal prescience the peculiar difficulties to which his temperament might expose him . She had remarked to a friend that of all her five children he was the only one about whose future life she was ...
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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.