Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Compiled from Authentic Sources; with: With Numerous Quotations from His Poems, Illustrative of His Life and CharacterPartridge & Oakey, 1852 - 312 psl. |
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... rest not here - be more than just ! Join to the rigour of the sires of Rome The gentler manners of the private dome ; When virtue weeps in agony of woe , Teach from the heart the tender tears to flow ; If Pleasure's soothing song thy ...
... rest not here - be more than just ! Join to the rigour of the sires of Rome The gentler manners of the private dome ; When virtue weeps in agony of woe , Teach from the heart the tender tears to flow ; If Pleasure's soothing song thy ...
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... rest , Though his departing radiance fail To illuminate the hollow vale , A lingering lustre fondly throws On the dear mountain - tops where first he rose . " The muse had now fairly possessed him , and he was destined to have a ...
... rest , Though his departing radiance fail To illuminate the hollow vale , A lingering lustre fondly throws On the dear mountain - tops where first he rose . " The muse had now fairly possessed him , and he was destined to have a ...
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... and truth be trained At home in pious service , to your bells Give seasonable rest , for ' tis a sound Hollow as ever vexed the tranquil air ; And your officious doings bring disgrace On the plain steeples 74 MEMOIR OF.
... and truth be trained At home in pious service , to your bells Give seasonable rest , for ' tis a sound Hollow as ever vexed the tranquil air ; And your officious doings bring disgrace On the plain steeples 74 MEMOIR OF.
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... rests me much . " You can feel what I cannot express for myself , how deeply I have been impressed by a world of scenery , absolutely new to me . At Rydal and Grasmere I received , I think , the deepest delight ; yet Hawes - water ...
... rests me much . " You can feel what I cannot express for myself , how deeply I have been impressed by a world of scenery , absolutely new to me . At Rydal and Grasmere I received , I think , the deepest delight ; yet Hawes - water ...
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... rest ? Mine eyes did ne'er Fix on a lovely object , nor my mind Take pleasure in the midst of happy thoughts , But either she , whom now I have , who now Divides with me that loved abode was there , Or 162 MEMOIR OF Many of his poems ...
... rest ? Mine eyes did ne'er Fix on a lovely object , nor my mind Take pleasure in the midst of happy thoughts , But either she , whom now I have , who now Divides with me that loved abode was there , Or 162 MEMOIR OF Many of his poems ...
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27 psl. - I proposed to myself in these poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible, in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the. same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual way...
63 psl. - And not a voice was idle : with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
213 psl. - The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream, — I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile, Amid a world how different from this! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile; On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss. A picture had it been of lasting ease, Elysian quiet, without toil or strife; No motion but the moving tide, a breeze, Or merely silent Nature's breathing life.
63 psl. - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short ; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
28 psl. - ... 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; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings, and from the necessary character of rural occupations, are more easily comprehended, and are more durable; and lastly, because in that condition the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
285 psl. - He paused, as if revolving in his soul Some weighty matter, then, with fervent voice And an impassioned majesty, exclaimed — " O for the coming of that glorious time When, prizing knowledge as her noblest wealth And best protection, this imperial Realm, While she exacts allegiance, shall admit An obligation, on her part, to teach Them who are born to serve her and obey ; Binding herself by statute to secure For all the children whom her soil maintains The rudiments of letters, and inform The mind...
181 psl. - 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.
63 psl. - I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
96 psl. - Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
46 psl. - A plastic power Abode with me; a forming hand, at times Rebellious, acting in a devious mood; A local spirit of his own, at war With general tendency, but, for the most, Subservient strictly to external things With which it communed.