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... poets themselves seem to place the latter sense on a lower plane of estimation . Wordsworth , in his autobiographical poem , tells us that he was never " bent over much on superficial things , pampering myself with meagre novel- ties of ...
... poets themselves seem to place the latter sense on a lower plane of estimation . Wordsworth , in his autobiographical poem , tells us that he was never " bent over much on superficial things , pampering myself with meagre novel- ties of ...
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... the poet's first delight is in sound and motion . Passages innumerable , from many poets , might be cited as illustrative I of this sensitiveness . There is Coleridge's " Kubla Khan , " with its seething turmoil and 4 SOUND AND MOTION ...
... the poet's first delight is in sound and motion . Passages innumerable , from many poets , might be cited as illustrative I of this sensitiveness . There is Coleridge's " Kubla Khan , " with its seething turmoil and 4 SOUND AND MOTION ...
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... poem is itself a strange wierd melody . Shelley's description in " The Revolt of Islam " of " an eagle and a serpent ... poems , " L'Allegro " and " Il Penseroso . " Mrs. Browning's poetry is fairly vibrant with sound . I have in mind as ...
... poem is itself a strange wierd melody . Shelley's description in " The Revolt of Islam " of " an eagle and a serpent ... poems , " L'Allegro " and " Il Penseroso . " Mrs. Browning's poetry is fairly vibrant with sound . I have in mind as ...
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... poems in which we fail to find some mention of waters — of sea or lake , of river or brook , of mountain torrent or wa- terfall is not large . Indeed , by actual count , among the whole number of Wordsworth's poems , there are scarcely ...
... poems in which we fail to find some mention of waters — of sea or lake , of river or brook , of mountain torrent or wa- terfall is not large . Indeed , by actual count , among the whole number of Wordsworth's poems , there are scarcely ...
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... poems : - " Brook and road Were fellow - travellers in this gloomy Pass , And with them did we journey several hours At a slow pace . The immeasurable height Of woods , decaying , never to be decayed , The stationary blasts of ...
... poems : - " Brook and road Were fellow - travellers in this gloomy Pass , And with them did we journey several hours At a slow pace . The immeasurable height Of woods , decaying , never to be decayed , The stationary blasts of ...
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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...