Selections from WordsworthJ.F. Fletcher, 1885 - 282 psl. |
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... Lake District is celebrated , and to these the ire poet was , no doubt , often taken by some member of family . His poems give evidence of the truth of the t that , from his nearness in infancy to the lakes and ountains , he received ...
... Lake District is celebrated , and to these the ire poet was , no doubt , often taken by some member of family . His poems give evidence of the truth of the t that , from his nearness in infancy to the lakes and ountains , he received ...
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... lakes and mountains , and departed in the autumn of 1787 to take up his residence at Cambridge . We do not hear much of his life or his studies at the University , but it is known that he continually pined for his native wilds , and ...
... lakes and mountains , and departed in the autumn of 1787 to take up his residence at Cambridge . We do not hear much of his life or his studies at the University , but it is known that he continually pined for his native wilds , and ...
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... lake below . Slow glides the sail along the illumined shore , And steals into the shade the lazy oar , Soft bosoms breathe around contagious sighs And amorous music on the waters dies . " Soon after the publication of these early poems ...
... lake below . Slow glides the sail along the illumined shore , And steals into the shade the lazy oar , Soft bosoms breathe around contagious sighs And amorous music on the waters dies . " Soon after the publication of these early poems ...
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... dwelt about him . He was preparing a new series of the Lyrical Ballads , and persuaded Coleridge , who had pro- mised to contribute a new poem to the volume , to come : down to the lakes to make some studies for its MEMOIR . 27.
... dwelt about him . He was preparing a new series of the Lyrical Ballads , and persuaded Coleridge , who had pro- mised to contribute a new poem to the volume , to come : down to the lakes to make some studies for its MEMOIR . 27.
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... lakes with contemplative eyes , but failed to summon the poetic spirit . He could not write . But one day he dined out , doubtless with good and entirely congenial company , and there the strange Samuel , to speak in plain language ...
... lakes with contemplative eyes , but failed to summon the poetic spirit . He could not write . But one day he dined out , doubtless with good and entirely congenial company , and there the strange Samuel , to speak in plain language ...
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197 psl. - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, — The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
7 psl. - Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May...
237 psl. - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
201 psl. - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher :^ Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
186 psl. - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
117 psl. - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved; Nor uniformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane...
238 psl. - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
1 psl. - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
201 psl. - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
187 psl. - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize, In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.