Wordsworth and the English Lake Country: an Introduction to a Poet's CountryD. Appleton & Company, 1911 - 351 psl. |
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Wordsworth and the English Lake Country: an Introduction to a Poet's Country Eric Sutherland Robertson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1911 |
Wordsworth and the English Lake Country: an Introduction to a Poet's Country Eric Sutherland Robertson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1911 |
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Abbey Alfoxden Ambleside beauty breathing brother Brougham Castle buried called Carlisle CHAPTER church churchyard Cockermouth Coleridge Cottage crags Cumberland dale Dalesfolk Danish Boy Derwent Dorothy Wordsworth Dorothy's Dove Cottage Duddon earth Excursion eyes feeling fell Furness Abbey Goslar Grasmere grave Hawkshead School heart Helm Crag hills human Hutchinson Inglewood Inglewood Forest John Wordsworth Kendal Keswick lake Lakeland land Langdale lived look Lord Lowther Lucy Mary Matthew mind morning mountain Nature never night parish pedlar Penrith Penrith Beacon poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prelude rock round Rydal Mount shepherd side sing sister Skiddaw song sonnet soul sound spirit stone stream tarn Taylor things thought Threlkeld tion town trees Ullswater Ulverston vale valley verses village Walk Westmorland Whitehaven William and Dorothy William Cookson William Wordsworth wind Windermere Windy Brow wood Words Wordsworthshire worth writing youth
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48 psl. - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
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151 psl. - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
151 psl. - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
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254 psl. - In life or nature of those charms minute That win their way into the heart by stealth (Still to the very going-out of youth), I too exclusively esteemed that love, And sought that beauty, which, as Milton sings. Hath terror in it.