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Sida 10
... hear Is the river murmuring near . -When soft ! -the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen ; And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound ...
... hear Is the river murmuring near . -When soft ! -the dusky trees between , And down the path through the open green , Where is no living thing to be seen ; And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound ...
Sida 13
... hear glad bird - notes ; you smell the delicate scent of wild flowers ; you rejoice in green bowers and quivering sunbeams ; you follow the smooth , glistening River " through dwarf willows gliding and by ferny brake ; you linger under ...
... hear glad bird - notes ; you smell the delicate scent of wild flowers ; you rejoice in green bowers and quivering sunbeams ; you follow the smooth , glistening River " through dwarf willows gliding and by ferny brake ; you linger under ...
Sida 15
... Hears thy voice right now he is gone . " Wordsworth repeatedly uses the figure of the stream , or brook , or lake . In the intro- ductory sonnet to " Ecclesiastical Sonnets , " he likens the Christian church to a Holy River , and ...
... Hears thy voice right now he is gone . " Wordsworth repeatedly uses the figure of the stream , or brook , or lake . In the intro- ductory sonnet to " Ecclesiastical Sonnets , " he likens the Christian church to a Holy River , and ...
Sida 21
... hear such music . ” Among the bird verses there is nothing more exquisite than the following stanzas de- scribing the Green Linnet : " Amid yon tuft of hazel trees , That twinkle to the gusty breeze , Behold him perched in ecstasies ...
... hear such music . ” Among the bird verses there is nothing more exquisite than the following stanzas de- scribing the Green Linnet : " Amid yon tuft of hazel trees , That twinkle to the gusty breeze , Behold him perched in ecstasies ...
Sida 23
... one spirit swayed Their indefatigable flight . ' Tis done- Ten times , or more , I fancied it had ceased ; But lo ! the vanished company again SOUND AND MOTION Ascending ; they approach - I hear 23 IN WORDSWORTH'S POETRY.
... one spirit swayed Their indefatigable flight . ' Tis done- Ten times , or more , I fancied it had ceased ; But lo ! the vanished company again SOUND AND MOTION Ascending ; they approach - I hear 23 IN WORDSWORTH'S POETRY.
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Sound and Motion in Wordsworth's Poetry Wordsworth Collection,May Tomlinson,Cynthia Morgan St John Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2015 |
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alder apple-tree beauteous beauty born beauty of sound bird blast Blue-cap born of murmuring bosom breeze brook calm cloud Comes gliding crags crashing shores Cuckoo cuckoo's dance their wayward dear deepen delight Duddon earth Excursion faint famous description floating fluttering form and color gentle gleam green hath hear heard heart hills hour influence of nature lakes And sounding lean her ear light listen living loneliness lonely melody mingle mists and winds mountain river mountain torrent murmuring sound musician never passage poem poet says poet tells poet's Prelude quiet raven's rejoice rocks school-boy secret place sense shades shadow sight silent smooth soft Solitary solitude song sonnet soul SOUND AND MOTION sounding cataracts spirit stanza Stream sunbeams sunshine thee thou tree tuneful course vale verses voice wander wayward round wind Blow winds That dwell woods Wordsworth WORDSWORTH'S POETRY wren Yarrow Ye mountains
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Sida 20 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Sida 12 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Sida 11 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Sida 9 - As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light— Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Sida 14 - While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish; — be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Sida 12 - Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song, And, from his alder shades and rocky falls, And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice That flowed along my dreams?
Sida 30 - Yet were I grossly destitute of all Those human sentiments that make this earth So dear, if I should fail with grateful voice To speak of you, ye mountains, and ye lakes And sounding cataracts, ye mists and winds That dwell among the hills where I was born.
Sida 27 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer ; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — And mists that spread the flying shroud; And sunbeams, and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past ; But that enormous barrier holds it fast.
Sida 11 - ... with lovely gleam, Comes gliding in serene and slow, Soft and silent as a dream, A solitary Doe! White she is as lily of June, And beauteous as the silver moon When out of sight the clouds are driven And she is left alone in heaven; Or like a ship some gentle day In sunshine sailing far away, A glittering ship, that hath the plain Of ocean for her own domain.
Sida 6 - Oh ! when I have hung Above the raven's nest, by knots of grass And half-inch fissures in the slippery rock...