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... side of Milton that he will have his station awarded by posterity ; and who is there that , remembering the pure life of Wordsworth , and opening his soul to the nobler utterances of his genius , but BIRTH AND EARLY CHARACTERISTICS ...
... side of Milton that he will have his station awarded by posterity ; and who is there that , remembering the pure life of Wordsworth , and opening his soul to the nobler utterances of his genius , but BIRTH AND EARLY CHARACTERISTICS ...
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... side inn . ' There where the Dove and Olive Bough Once hung , a poet harbours now , A simple water - drinking bard ' . Here , in addition to the constant companionship of his sister , he enjoyed , for a while , the society of his ...
... side inn . ' There where the Dove and Olive Bough Once hung , a poet harbours now , A simple water - drinking bard ' . Here , in addition to the constant companionship of his sister , he enjoyed , for a while , the society of his ...
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... unruf- fled , smooth , hemmed in by sheltering mountains . The solemn heights towards the setting sun , shewed to us their dark sides , reflected with wonderful distinct- ness in the still bosom of the lake , within D 2 GRASMERE . 35.
... unruf- fled , smooth , hemmed in by sheltering mountains . The solemn heights towards the setting sun , shewed to us their dark sides , reflected with wonderful distinct- ness in the still bosom of the lake , within D 2 GRASMERE . 35.
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... sides of the mountains threw a solemn shade over the part of the lake to which the reflection was confined , whilst beyond this line a mild light , answering to that of the heavens , and of other mountains , gleamed from the water ...
... sides of the mountains threw a solemn shade over the part of the lake to which the reflection was confined , whilst beyond this line a mild light , answering to that of the heavens , and of other mountains , gleamed from the water ...
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... side . As we went along we saw there were more and yet more ; and at last , un- der the boughs of the trees , we saw there was a long belt of them along the shore . I never saw daffodils so beautiful . They grew among the mossy stones ...
... side . As we went along we saw there were more and yet more ; and at last , un- der the boughs of the trees , we saw there was a long belt of them along the shore . I never saw daffodils so beautiful . They grew among the mossy stones ...
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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!