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... Sweet It is with Unuplifted Eyes ( 515 ) PAGE • 343 343 344 345 345 346 346 347 • 347 348 348 Composed on a May Morning ( 515 ) • 349 A Poet ! - He hath Put his Heart to School ( 515 ) 350 The Pine of Monte Mario at Rome ( 516 ) 350 To ...
... Sweet It is with Unuplifted Eyes ( 515 ) PAGE • 343 343 344 345 345 346 346 347 • 347 348 348 Composed on a May Morning ( 515 ) • 349 A Poet ! - He hath Put his Heart to School ( 515 ) 350 The Pine of Monte Mario at Rome ( 516 ) 350 To ...
Sida lvii
... sweet cadence , rising small and still , The far - off minstrels of the haunted hill , As the last bleating of the fold expires , Tune in the mountain dells their water lyres . ९९ But here , instead of the Wordsworthian ideality , we ...
... sweet cadence , rising small and still , The far - off minstrels of the haunted hill , As the last bleating of the fold expires , Tune in the mountain dells their water lyres . ९९ But here , instead of the Wordsworthian ideality , we ...
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... sweet fruit of life . Wordsworth was as faithful as Crabbe in his presentation of fact , and he dis- covered deeper truths of human nature . His " Michael " verifies itself in every line , and all that is pathetic , all that is sublime ...
... sweet fruit of life . Wordsworth was as faithful as Crabbe in his presentation of fact , and he dis- covered deeper truths of human nature . His " Michael " verifies itself in every line , and all that is pathetic , all that is sublime ...
Sida lxxvi
... Sweet flowers ; · - what living eye hath viewed Their myriads ? - endlessly renewed , Wherever strikes the sun's glad ray ; Where'er the subtle waters stray ; Wherever sportive breezes bend Their course , or genial showers descend ...
... Sweet flowers ; · - what living eye hath viewed Their myriads ? - endlessly renewed , Wherever strikes the sun's glad ray ; Where'er the subtle waters stray ; Wherever sportive breezes bend Their course , or genial showers descend ...
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... " ; feeling " flows naturally , and with a sweet and tender lustre shining upon it , into musical expres- sion . " In illustration of his analysis Mr. Hutton contrasts ee In " The Daffodils " ( " I wandered lonely as lxxviii INTRODUCTION .
... " ; feeling " flows naturally , and with a sweet and tender lustre shining upon it , into musical expres- sion . " In illustration of his analysis Mr. Hutton contrasts ee In " The Daffodils " ( " I wandered lonely as lxxviii INTRODUCTION .
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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.