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... common among mankind . " Furthermore , with all his attention to the ex- ternal world and the unequalled accuracy of his account of what he saw and heard , the report that he really makes is about himself , the effect upon his own mind ...
... common among mankind . " Furthermore , with all his attention to the ex- ternal world and the unequalled accuracy of his account of what he saw and heard , the report that he really makes is about himself , the effect upon his own mind ...
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... common kindness had no part , Of service done with cold formality , Fretting the fever round the languid heart , And groans which , as they said , might make a dead man start . XLV " These things just served to stir the slumbering sense ...
... common kindness had no part , Of service done with cold formality , Fretting the fever round the languid heart , And groans which , as they said , might make a dead man start . XLV " These things just served to stir the slumbering sense ...
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... common soul . In youth by science nursed , And led by nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes , he to the world went forth A favoured Being , knowing no desire Which genius did not hallow ; ' gainst the taint Of dissolute tongues , and ...
... common soul . In youth by science nursed , And led by nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes , he to the world went forth A favoured Being , knowing no desire Which genius did not hallow ; ' gainst the taint Of dissolute tongues , and ...
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... common and habitual sight Of fields with rural works , of hill and dale , And the blue sky , one little span of earth Is all his prospect . Thus , from day to day , Bow - bent , his eyes for ever on the ground , He plies his weary ...
... common and habitual sight Of fields with rural works , of hill and dale , And the blue sky , one little span of earth Is all his prospect . Thus , from day to day , Bow - bent , his eyes for ever on the ground , He plies his weary ...
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... Common . Beside their moss - grown hut of clay , Not twenty paces from the door , A scrap of land they have , but they Are poorest of the poor . This scrap of land he from the heath Enclosed when he was stronger ; But what to them POEMS 79.
... Common . Beside their moss - grown hut of clay , Not twenty paces from the door , A scrap of land they have , but they Are poorest of the poor . This scrap of land he from the heath Enclosed when he was stronger ; But what to them POEMS 79.
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Common terms and phrases
beauty behold beneath birds blessed breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk Calais calm cheerful child clouds Composed cottage dark dead dear deep delight doth dream earth eyes fair faith fear feelings flowers France Friend gleam Grasmere grave green groves happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour human JAMES HOGG Kent's green Kilve labour language liberty light live lonely look Lyrical Ballads mankind Martha Ray metre mind morning mountains nature Nature's never night o'er ODE TO DUTY pain passed passion peace PEELE CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet Poetry quiet rill rocks round SARAH GREEN seemed shade sight silent sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought Trajan trees truth turned Twas vale voice wander wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow youth
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Էջ 99 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Էջ 197 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake ; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held. — In every thing we are sprung Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.
Էջ 313 - But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Էջ 81 - I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Էջ 64 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five.' Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The Little Maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door.
Էջ 317 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Էջ 100 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Էջ 173 - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
Էջ 215 - 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: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Էջ 304 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.