William Wordsworth: A BiographyCash, 1856 - 508 էջ |
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... Imaginative Diction - Impersonation - Laodamia - Destiny - Les- sing's Laocoon - The Drama , Classical and Romantic - Tragedy— Talfourd's Ion - Innocence - Edipus - Goethe - Vanitas - Indivi- dualism - Wordsworth a Christian ...
... Imaginative Diction - Impersonation - Laodamia - Destiny - Les- sing's Laocoon - The Drama , Classical and Romantic - Tragedy— Talfourd's Ion - Innocence - Edipus - Goethe - Vanitas - Indivi- dualism - Wordsworth a Christian ...
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... imagination , and the deep intuition to make the Epic Poet , but his tastes lay entirely with that school . Coleridge was , indeed , the Poet of Meta- physical Analysis and colour , of all men most liberated from the actual world in the ...
... imagination , and the deep intuition to make the Epic Poet , but his tastes lay entirely with that school . Coleridge was , indeed , the Poet of Meta- physical Analysis and colour , of all men most liberated from the actual world in the ...
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... imagination of the other . But Wordsworth could not have written in lively and inte- resting prose the narrative of his early days by Esthwaite lake ; His memory did not linger over the impressions which make autobiography delightful to ...
... imagination of the other . But Wordsworth could not have written in lively and inte- resting prose the narrative of his early days by Esthwaite lake ; His memory did not linger over the impressions which make autobiography delightful to ...
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... Imagination , and Conscience , and Motive , and Will , stand looking at each other , -when all the powers are waiting for the curtain to draw up , and the drama to commence . How solemn to all eyes is that moment in the history of youth ...
... Imagination , and Conscience , and Motive , and Will , stand looking at each other , -when all the powers are waiting for the curtain to draw up , and the drama to commence . How solemn to all eyes is that moment in the history of youth ...
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... Imagination and Taste , how lost and repaired . " And indeed it is the Synopsis of human history . Thus it is that by disappointment and loss of faith in man , all who have trusted , break from the Anchorage of Faith ; the only ...
... Imagination and Taste , how lost and repaired . " And indeed it is the Synopsis of human history . Thus it is that by disappointment and loss of faith in man , all who have trusted , break from the Anchorage of Faith ; the only ...
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Էջ 379 - 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.
Էջ 209 - Dee." They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!
Էջ 377 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Էջ 377 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Էջ 176 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendour — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With battlements...
Էջ 16 - So through the darkness and the cold we flew, and not a voice was idle: with the din smitten, the precipices rang aloud; the leafless trees and every icy crag tinkled like iron; while far distant hills into the tumult sent an alien sound of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west the orange sky of evening died away.
Էջ 17 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Էջ 340 - ... 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 359 - 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.
Էջ 211 - 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. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.