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Sida xx
... less in ideas than he , but came nearer to a thousand little , yet precious , realities . In the summer of 1793 Wordsworth , in company with his friend William Calvert of Windybrow , Keswick , visited the Isle of Wight . The sight of ...
... less in ideas than he , but came nearer to a thousand little , yet precious , realities . In the summer of 1793 Wordsworth , in company with his friend William Calvert of Windybrow , Keswick , visited the Isle of Wight . The sight of ...
Sida xxx
... less a narrative of material events and outward action than of a process of the soul ; yet with the purification through suffering of the spirit of his heroine , Wordsworth finely connects something of the decaying feudal temper and ...
... less a narrative of material events and outward action than of a process of the soul ; yet with the purification through suffering of the spirit of his heroine , Wordsworth finely connects something of the decaying feudal temper and ...
Sida xli
... less than just to scientific thinkers who , as he puts it , " murder to dissect . " He was less interested in truth as a series of propositions than in truth as a vital power ; truth impregnated with feeling , and expressing itself in ...
... less than just to scientific thinkers who , as he puts it , " murder to dissect . " He was less interested in truth as a series of propositions than in truth as a vital power ; truth impregnated with feeling , and expressing itself in ...
Sida xliii
... less , if his conscience had not been ever in command , if his will had not been so steadfast , and if all of these had not been brought into harmonious and con- sentaneous operation , the force of the impulses that moved his heart ...
... less , if his conscience had not been ever in command , if his will had not been so steadfast , and if all of these had not been brought into harmonious and con- sentaneous operation , the force of the impulses that moved his heart ...
Sida xlix
... less restraint , and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that con- dition of life our elementary feelings exist in a state of greater simplicity , and consequently may be more accurately contemplated and more ...
... less restraint , and speak a plainer and more emphatic language ; because in that con- dition of life our elementary feelings exist in a state of greater simplicity , and consequently may be more accurately contemplated and more ...
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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.