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 AIMBOTLIAD 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 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 seems shepherd side sing sister Skiddaw song sonnet soul sound spirit stone stream 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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46 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.
183 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 a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet...
149 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!
236 psl. - To every natural form, rock, fruit or flower, Even the loose stones that cover the high-way, I gave a moral life : I saw them feel, Or linked them to some feeling : the great mass Lay bedded in a quickening soul, and all That I beheld respired with inward meaning.
120 psl. - Twill murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows. And here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this fountain's brink. My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
149 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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117 psl. - Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought ?" A second time did Matthew stop ; And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain-top...