Aesthetical and literaryMoxon, 1876 |
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... stream , pondering within himself what power was the feeder of the perpetual current , from what never - wearied sources the body of water was supplied , but he must have been inevit- ably propelled to follow this question by another ...
... stream , pondering within himself what power was the feeder of the perpetual current , from what never - wearied sources the body of water was supplied , but he must have been inevit- ably propelled to follow this question by another ...
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... must have borrowed from the surrounding images of nature - from the trees , the wild flowers , from a stream running perhaps within sight or hearing , from the beaten road stretching its weary length Upon Epitaphs . 31.
... must have borrowed from the surrounding images of nature - from the trees , the wild flowers , from a stream running perhaps within sight or hearing , from the beaten road stretching its weary length Upon Epitaphs . 31.
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... stream , Who on his margin saw thee close thine eyes On the chaste bosom of thy Lady dear , Ah , what do riches , what does youth avail ? Dust are our hopes , I weeping did inscribe In bitterness thy monument , and pray Of every gentle ...
... stream , Who on his margin saw thee close thine eyes On the chaste bosom of thy Lady dear , Ah , what do riches , what does youth avail ? Dust are our hopes , I weeping did inscribe In bitterness thy monument , and pray Of every gentle ...
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... deep mountain valley was to him Soundless with all its streams . The bird of dawn Did never rouse this Cottager from sleep With startling summons ; not for his delight The vernal cuckoo shouted , not for him Murmured the Upon Epitaphs . 73.
... deep mountain valley was to him Soundless with all its streams . The bird of dawn Did never rouse this Cottager from sleep With startling summons ; not for his delight The vernal cuckoo shouted , not for him Murmured the Upon Epitaphs . 73.
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... streams . Two green hills with aged oaks surround a narrow plain . The blue course of a stream is there . On its banks stood Cairbar of Atha . His spear sup- ports the king ; the red eyes of his fear are sad . on his soul with all his ...
... streams . Two green hills with aged oaks surround a narrow plain . The blue course of a stream is there . On its banks stood Cairbar of Atha . His spear sup- ports the king ; the red eyes of his fear are sad . on his soul with all his ...
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admiration affections Alps Ambleside ancient appearance beauty Borrowdale Buttermere character clouds Coleorton Coleridge colour composition cottages DEAR SIR GEORGE degree delight epitaph especially expression fancy feelings genius Grasmere Hawkshead heart Helvellyn hill human imagination instance interesting island Kendal Keswick kind Kirkby Lonsdale labour Lady Beaumont Lake language less letter living look Loughrigg Fell manner metre miles mind monument moun mountains Nature objects observed Paradise Lost passed passion Patterdale Penrith persons pleased pleasure poem Poet poetic poetry Pooley Bridge present produced prose Reader reason regret road Robert Burns rocks Rydal Rydal Mount scene seen sense Shakspeare side Skiddaw sonnet speak spirit stone stream sublimity taste things thought tion traveller trees truth Ullswater Ulverston Vale valley verse Verse-quotation whole WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Windermere winds wish woods words WORDSWORTH writing
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81 ページ - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen because in that condition the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings co-exist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated and more forcibly communicated...
138 ページ - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
160 ページ - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
82 ページ - Poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought long and deeply.
7 ページ - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
147 ページ - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
136 ページ - As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs ; they, on the trading flood, Through the wide Ethiopian to the cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seemed Far off the flying fiend.
85 ページ - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
243 ページ - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
41 ページ - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day.