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Sound and Motion in Wordsworth's Poetry (Classic Reprint)
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2015
affords alive beauty beauty of sound bird blast bosom breeze brook calm close cloud color Comes Composed cuckoo's dear delight describe Duddon earth Excursion fail faint fair feel felt floating flow form and color gentle gliding grave green hath hear heard heart hills hope hour instance lake light lines listen living lonely mind mists morn mountain move murmur nature never notes Pass passage peace poem poet poet's poetry quiet remained River rocks round says seemed seen sense shades shadow sight silent smooth soft Solitary song sonnet soul sound and motion speaking spirit stanza strange Stream suggestive sunshine tells thee thing thou thought tone touch tree truth tuneful vale verses voice wander waters wave wind Blow winds wings woods Wordsworth WORDSWORTH'S POETRY
Sida 20 - 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 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 20 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
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.