Wordsworth, an AnthologyR. Cobden-Sanderson, 1920 - 254 pàgines |
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Pàgina 6
... kind , a joy of aspect more sublime , felt in the blood , and felt along the heart , " that blessed mood , in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened , until , the breath of this corporeal ...
... kind , a joy of aspect more sublime , felt in the blood , and felt along the heart , " that blessed mood , in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened , until , the breath of this corporeal ...
Pàgina 80
... kind and so forlorn ! Sometimes , most earnestly , he said , O Ruth ! I have been worse than dead ; False thoughts , thoughts bold and vain , Encompassed me on every side When I , in confidence and pride , Had crossed the Atlantic main ...
... kind and so forlorn ! Sometimes , most earnestly , he said , O Ruth ! I have been worse than dead ; False thoughts , thoughts bold and vain , Encompassed me on every side When I , in confidence and pride , Had crossed the Atlantic main ...
Pàgina 85
... Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending moon . My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised , and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof , At once , the bright moon dropped . PART II ...
... Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending moon . My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised , and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof , At once , the bright moon dropped . PART II ...
Pàgina 94
... kind . Early at evening did it burn - and late , Surviving comrade of uncounted hours , Which , going by from year to year , had found , And left , the couple neither gay perhaps ' Nor cheerful , yet with objects and with hopes , Living ...
... kind . Early at evening did it burn - and late , Surviving comrade of uncounted hours , Which , going by from year to year , had found , And left , the couple neither gay perhaps ' Nor cheerful , yet with objects and with hopes , Living ...
Pàgina 101
... kind assurances that he would do His utmost for the welfare of the Boy ; To which , requests were added , that forthwith He might be sent to him . Ten times or more The letter was read over ; Isabel Went forth to show it to the ...
... kind assurances that he would do His utmost for the welfare of the Boy ; To which , requests were added , that forthwith He might be sent to him . Ten times or more The letter was read over ; Isabel Went forth to show it to the ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
babe in arms beauty behold beneath blessed bliss bower breath breeze bright Brougham Castle calm cheerful Child Child is father clouds cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream Duddon dwell earth eyes Fair seed-time fear feel flowers Friend gleam glory Grasmere green grey groves happy Hartley Coleridge hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human James Hogg Kilchurn Castle lake Laodamia light living lofty lonely look Lucy Luke melancholy mighty mind mood morning mountain murmur Nature never night o'er Ode to Duty peace Peele Castle pleasure Poets quiet rock round Ruth seemed shade Shepherd should'st sight silent Simplon Pass sing sleep smooth song sorrow soul sound spirit stars steep Stirling Castle stood stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought travelled trees Twill Vale voice wandered Wansfell waters wild wind woods Yarrow youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 68 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Pàgina 233 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ! Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage ! thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep Haunted for ever by the eternal mind — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest, On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Pàgina 161 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Pàgina 172 - 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 89 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Pàgina 234 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Pàgina 236 - The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Pàgina 66 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies ; oh ! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear } Thy voice...
Pàgina 62 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Pàgina 64 - 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 powet To chasten and subdue.