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... side by side " " Brook ! whose society the poet seeks " Admonition " Beloved vale ! ' I said , ' when I shall con " Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne " 66 Surprised by joy - impatient as the wind " " It is a beauteous evening ...
... side by side " " Brook ! whose society the poet seeks " Admonition " Beloved vale ! ' I said , ' when I shall con " Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne " 66 Surprised by joy - impatient as the wind " " It is a beauteous evening ...
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... side of the moun- tain of Black Comb , Cumberland In the grounds of Coleorton , the seat of Sir George Beaumont , Bart . , Leicestershire In a garden of the same ... ... ... ... Page ... 264 ... 265 265 Written at the request of Sir ...
... side of the moun- tain of Black Comb , Cumberland In the grounds of Coleorton , the seat of Sir George Beaumont , Bart . , Leicestershire In a garden of the same ... ... ... ... Page ... 264 ... 265 265 Written at the request of Sir ...
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... the clods of Racedown hourly transmuted into gold by the frugal magician . Coleridge , although blazing in his own aurora , writes , " I feel my . ( 269 ) 2 self a little man by his side . " Wordsworth Life of Wordsworth . xix.
... the clods of Racedown hourly transmuted into gold by the frugal magician . Coleridge , although blazing in his own aurora , writes , " I feel my . ( 269 ) 2 self a little man by his side . " Wordsworth Life of Wordsworth . xix.
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William Wordsworth. self a little man by his side . " Wordsworth himself declared , that whilst other men had done wonderful things , Coleridge was the only wonderful man he had ever known . Rambling was an aliment to the Wordsworths ...
William Wordsworth. self a little man by his side . " Wordsworth himself declared , that whilst other men had done wonderful things , Coleridge was the only wonderful man he had ever known . Rambling was an aliment to the Wordsworths ...
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... side of Scott , who could admire Wordsworth as a poet as sincerely as he re- spected him as a man . Wordsworth reciprocated this , but with a severer discrimination between the man and his work . The " Song at the Feast of Brougham ...
... side of Scott , who could admire Wordsworth as a poet as sincerely as he re- spected him as a man . Wordsworth reciprocated this , but with a severer discrimination between the man and his work . The " Song at the Feast of Brougham ...
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Sida 212 - 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.
Sida 144 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Sida 139 - WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Sida 210 - L'OUVERTURE. TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common...
Sida 211 - Two voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against Him; but hast vainly striven. Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft: Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For...
Sida 279 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...
Sida 169 - The eye, it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still ; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. " Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Sida 279 - 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!
Sida 133 - 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 280 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.