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... feeling . In his interesting ' Biography ' , Mr. E. P. Hood gives it as his opinion that Wordsworth's popu- larity was kept back a quarter of a century by the unscrupulous attacks of the Edinburgh Review , and he wittily compares ...
... feeling . In his interesting ' Biography ' , Mr. E. P. Hood gives it as his opinion that Wordsworth's popu- larity was kept back a quarter of a century by the unscrupulous attacks of the Edinburgh Review , and he wittily compares ...
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... feelings which prompted the poet when writing them , and which are further developed in a letter addressed to Charles James Fox , in which he says , ' You have felt that the most sacred of all pro- perty is the property of the poor ...
... feelings which prompted the poet when writing them , and which are further developed in a letter addressed to Charles James Fox , in which he says , ' You have felt that the most sacred of all pro- perty is the property of the poor ...
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... feelings and experiences during that period ; and he has left it on record , that in early youth he could not believe that he should lie quietly in the grave , and that his body would moulder into dust . ' But ' , he adds , ' it was not ...
... feelings and experiences during that period ; and he has left it on record , that in early youth he could not believe that he should lie quietly in the grave , and that his body would moulder into dust . ' But ' , he adds , ' it was not ...
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... feeling congenial to this , I was often unable to think of external things as hav- ing external existence , and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from , but inherent in , my own immaterial nature . Many times while ...
... feeling congenial to this , I was often unable to think of external things as hav- ing external existence , and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from , but inherent in , my own immaterial nature . Many times while ...
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... feeling the great mass Lay bedded in a quickening soul , and all That I beheld respired with inward meaning ' . The reader will not be surprised to learn that his com- panions attributed it to madness when he betrayed these feelings or ...
... feeling the great mass Lay bedded in a quickening soul , and all That I beheld respired with inward meaning ' . The reader will not be surprised to learn that his com- panions attributed it to madness when he betrayed these feelings or ...
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Էջ 340 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Էջ 345 - Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May!
Էջ 318 - 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.
Էջ 346 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. 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 346 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Էջ 339 - 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 recognise 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.
Էջ 345 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers...
Էջ 27 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Էջ 124 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Էջ 345 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!