The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, 1 tomasMacmillan and Company, 1882 |
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The Literary History of England– In the End of the Eighteenth and ..., 1 tomas Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1886 |
The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning ... Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1895 |
The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and ..., 1 tomas Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1882 |
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Alfoxden appeared Batheaston beautiful better Betty Foy brother Burns Burns's character charm Coleridge Cottle Count Julian Cowper Crabbe Crabbe's critics curious Darwin delightful doubt Dugald Stewart Edinburgh England English entirely excitement existence eyes faith fame fancy feeling genius gentle give hand happy heart heaven Henry Mackenzie hope human imagination Joan of Arc kind labour Landor less Lichfield light literary literature lived Lyrical Ballads Mauchline ment mind misery Miss Seward Muse nature ness Nether Stowey never noble Nonsense Club once Pantisocracy passion peasant perhaps period Peter Bell picture pleasure poem poet's poetical poetry poor published reader religious rustic says scarcely scene Scotland seems sentiment society song soul Southey Southey's spirit story strange sweet sympathy tender thing thought tion took touch verse wild WILLIAM COWPER wonderful words Wordsworth write young poet youth
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327 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.
284 psl. - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
297 psl. - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
358 psl. - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
142 psl. - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large and of a dark cast, which glowed, I say literally glowed, when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
79 psl. - Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears, that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains, Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him, unconscious of them alL...
163 psl. - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
299 psl. - Around, around flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes...
285 psl. - I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
305 psl. - Beauteous in a wilderness, Who, praying always, prays in sleep. And, if she move unquietly, Perchance, 'tis but the blood so free Comes back and tingles in her feet. No doubt, she hath a vision sweet. What if her guardian spirit 'twere, What if she knew her mother near? But this she knows, in joys and woes, That saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all!