Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D. C. L.E. Moxon, 1851 |
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... things , And follow Nature to her secret springs ; Nor less to guide the fluctuating youth Firm in the sacred paths of moral truth , To regulate the mind's disorder'd frame , And quench the passions kindling into flame ; The glimmering ...
... things , And follow Nature to her secret springs ; Nor less to guide the fluctuating youth Firm in the sacred paths of moral truth , To regulate the mind's disorder'd frame , And quench the passions kindling into flame ; The glimmering ...
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... thing , how- ever , has succeeded with us far beyond my most sanguine expectations . We have , it is true , met with little disasters occasionally , but far from distressing , and they rather gave us additional resolution and spirits ...
... thing , how- ever , has succeeded with us far beyond my most sanguine expectations . We have , it is true , met with little disasters occasionally , but far from distressing , and they rather gave us additional resolution and spirits ...
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... things might show that I could do something . They have been treated with unmerited contempt by some of the periodicals , and others have spoken in higher terms of them than they deserve . " In June , 1794 , writing to the same friend ...
... things might show that I could do something . They have been treated with unmerited contempt by some of the periodicals , and others have spoken in higher terms of them than they deserve . " In June , 1794 , writing to the same friend ...
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... things rashly sought are rarely found ; That , for the functions of an ancient State — Strong by her charters , free because imbound , Servant of Providence , not slave of Fate- Perilous is sweeping change , all chance unsound . " " Who ...
... things rashly sought are rarely found ; That , for the functions of an ancient State — Strong by her charters , free because imbound , Servant of Providence , not slave of Fate- Perilous is sweeping change , all chance unsound . " " Who ...
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... thing to do with it as far as concerns the private vices of individuals on any account . With respect to public delinquents or offenders , I will not say the same ; though I should be slow to meddle even with these . This is a rule ...
... thing to do with it as far as concerns the private vices of individuals on any account . With respect to public delinquents or offenders , I will not say the same ; though I should be slow to meddle even with these . This is a rule ...
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203 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 waylay.
182 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.
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277 psl. - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
341 psl. - The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company!
268 psl. - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
68 psl. - The moment was important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been unnoticed by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was acquainted with them; and I made a resolution to supply in some degree the deficiency.
42 psl. - 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...