With Wordsworth in England: Being a Selection of the Poems and Letters of William Wordsworth which Have to Do with English Scenery and English LifeA. C. McClurg & Company, 1907 - 352 pàgines |
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Pàgina 16
... stood his time , to sink Into the dust . Erewhile a sterner link United us ; when thou , in boyish play , Entering my dungeon , didst become a prey To soul - appalling darkness . Not a blink Of light was there ; and thus did I , thy ...
... stood his time , to sink Into the dust . Erewhile a sterner link United us ; when thou , in boyish play , Entering my dungeon , didst become a prey To soul - appalling darkness . Not a blink Of light was there ; and thus did I , thy ...
Pàgina 20
... stood alone Beneath the sky , as if I had been born On Indian plains , and from my mother's hut Had run abroad in wantonness , to sport A naked savage , in the thunder shower . FROM " THE PRELUDE , " BOOK I HAWKSHEAD AND ESTHWAITE LAKE ...
... stood alone Beneath the sky , as if I had been born On Indian plains , and from my mother's hut Had run abroad in wantonness , to sport A naked savage , in the thunder shower . FROM " THE PRELUDE , " BOOK I HAWKSHEAD AND ESTHWAITE LAKE ...
Pàgina 26
... stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep . Ye Presences of Nature in the sky And on the earth ! Ye Visions of the hills ! And Souls of lonely places ! can I think A vulgar hope was yours when ye employed Such ...
... stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep . Ye Presences of Nature in the sky And on the earth ! Ye Visions of the hills ! And Souls of lonely places ! can I think A vulgar hope was yours when ye employed Such ...
Pàgina 29
... stood ? or can I here forget The plain and seemly countenance with which Ye dealt out your plain comforts ? Yet had ye Delights and exultations of your own . Eager and never weary we pursued Our home - amusements by the warm peat - fire ...
... stood ? or can I here forget The plain and seemly countenance with which Ye dealt out your plain comforts ? Yet had ye Delights and exultations of your own . Eager and never weary we pursued Our home - amusements by the warm peat - fire ...
Pàgina 36
... stood ; no homely featured house , Primeval like its neighbouring cottages , But ' t was a splendid place , the door beset With chaises , grooms , and liveries , and within Decanters , glasses , and the blood - red wine . In ancient ...
... stood ; no homely featured house , Primeval like its neighbouring cottages , But ' t was a splendid place , the door beset With chaises , grooms , and liveries , and within Decanters , glasses , and the blood - red wine . In ancient ...
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Pàgina 162 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Pàgina 107 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Pàgina 104 - Is lightened — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pàgina 185 - Ah ! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream...
Pàgina 91 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Pàgina 195 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Pàgina 238 - And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside...
Pàgina 235 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Pàgina 99 - THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! — many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
Pàgina 103 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.