Wordsworthiana: A Selection from Papers Read to the Wordsworth SocietyMacmillan, 1889 - 352 psl. |
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Wordsworthiana: a Selection from Papers Read to the Wordsworth Society William Angus Knight,Wordsworth Society Visos knygos peržiūra - 1889 |
Wordsworthiana: a Selection from Papers Read to the Wordsworth Society William Angus Knight,Wordsworth Society Visos knygos peržiūra - 1889 |
Wordsworthiana: a Selection from Papers Read to the Wordsworth Society William Angus Knight,Wordsworth Society Visos knygos peržiūra - 1889 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ALFRED AINGER artist beauty bird character characteristic Charles Lamb Chaucer Coleridge colour consciousness criticism deal delight diction divine earth eternal Excursion expression faculties fancy feeling felt fond Grasmere harmony Hartley Coleridge Haydon heard heart heaven Henry Crabb Robinson honour human imagination intellect interest Lake Lamb Laodamia less li'le Hartley living look Matthew Arnold mind mood moral mountain murmuring mystery Nature never niver nowt painted paper passage passing passion perhaps Pickersgill picture Plato poems poet poet's poetic poetry portrait of Wordsworth possession President Professor prose R. H. Hutton remarkable Rydal Mount scene seems sense Shelley sonnet soul sound speak spirit Stopford Brooke style sympathy tells Theism things thought Tintern Abbey tion transcendent true truth verse voice William Wordsworth Words Wordsworth Society Wordsworth's poetry worth writes Wudsworth ye kna youth
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77 psl. - O faithful Consort, to control Rebellious passion ; for the Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul ; A fervent, not ungovernable, love.
192 psl. - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea. Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
293 psl. - The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct Upreared its head. I struck and struck again, And growing still in stature the grim shape Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me.
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318 psl. - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
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