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Sida xx
... human joys and sorrows ; he felt the sanative touch of nature ; hope returned to him in a purified form . And during the dark hours his sister's influence was one of healing ; her sense of beauty was as quick and sure as his own ; she ...
... human joys and sorrows ; he felt the sanative touch of nature ; hope returned to him in a purified form . And during the dark hours his sister's influence was one of healing ; her sense of beauty was as quick and sure as his own ; she ...
Sida xxiii
... humanity ; in those which are personal there is the wisdom of a calm but radiant joy . To this period belong Simon Lee ... human feeling ; Wordsworth's , to shed an ideal light over reality . The volume , which opened with " The Ancient ...
... humanity ; in those which are personal there is the wisdom of a calm but radiant joy . To this period belong Simon Lee ... human feeling ; Wordsworth's , to shed an ideal light over reality . The volume , which opened with " The Ancient ...
Sida xxxviii
... human intellect and of the human heart are found , not only in greater variety , but in a closer and more spiritual union than in any other poetry of his time . " Two of his senses , and those the senses most needful for a poet's uses ...
... human intellect and of the human heart are found , not only in greater variety , but in a closer and more spiritual union than in any other poetry of his time . " Two of his senses , and those the senses most needful for a poet's uses ...
Sida xli
... human society , not as consisting of a series of mechani- cal arrangements , but each as a living unity . And in the discovery of truth he brought to the aid of the analytic un- derstanding on the one hand imagination , and on the other ...
... human society , not as consisting of a series of mechani- cal arrangements , but each as a living unity . And in the discovery of truth he brought to the aid of the analytic un- derstanding on the one hand imagination , and on the other ...
Sida xliii
... human spirit , which reveals , as nothing else can , the meaning of the phenomena around us . It creates a region of beauty , wonder , joy for those who can enter there ; but this is not a region of illusion ; on enter- ing it , we only ...
... human spirit , which reveals , as nothing else can , the meaning of the phenomena around us . It creates a region of beauty , wonder , joy for those who can enter there ; but this is not a region of illusion ; on enter- ing it , we only ...
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Sida 323 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Sida 48 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Sida 227 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Sida 228 - 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.
Sida 45 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Sida 46 - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; when the fretful .stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Sida 184 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Sida 228 - 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.
Sida 222 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Sida 137 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.