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... delight in him , to cleave to him ; but after all , we do not change the truth about him , -we only stay ourselves in his inn along with him . And when we come across a poet like Wordsworth , who sings , " Of truth , of grandeur ...
... delight in him , to cleave to him ; but after all , we do not change the truth about him , -we only stay ourselves in his inn along with him . And when we come across a poet like Wordsworth , who sings , " Of truth , of grandeur ...
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... delighted , and thinks that here is a sweet union of philosophy and poetry . But the disinterested lover of poetry will feel that the lines carry us really not a step farther than the proposition which they would interpret ; that they ...
... delighted , and thinks that here is a sweet union of philosophy and poetry . But the disinterested lover of poetry will feel that the lines carry us really not a step farther than the proposition which they would interpret ; that they ...
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... delight in Nature and her beauty had no doubt extraordinary strength in Wordsworth himself as a child . But to say that uni- versally this instinct is mighty in childhood , and tends to die away afterwards , is to say what is extremely ...
... delight in Nature and her beauty had no doubt extraordinary strength in Wordsworth himself as a child . But to say that uni- versally this instinct is mighty in childhood , and tends to die away afterwards , is to say what is extremely ...
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... Delight " 148 To a Highland Girl 149 Stepping Westward 151 The Solitary Reaper . 152 At the Grave of Burns 154 Thoughts suggested the day following 157 Yarrow Unvisited 159 Yarrow Visited 162 Yarrow Revisited 165 To May 169 The Primrose ...
... Delight " 148 To a Highland Girl 149 Stepping Westward 151 The Solitary Reaper . 152 At the Grave of Burns 154 Thoughts suggested the day following 157 Yarrow Unvisited 159 Yarrow Visited 162 Yarrow Revisited 165 To May 169 The Primrose ...
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... delightful shore , Our pleasant home when Spring began , A long , long year before . A day it was when I could bear Some fond regrets to entertain ; With so much happiness to spare , I could not feel a pain . The green earth echoed to ...
... delightful shore , Our pleasant home when Spring began , A long , long year before . A day it was when I could bear Some fond regrets to entertain ; With so much happiness to spare , I could not feel a pain . The green earth echoed to ...
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Poems of Wordsworth (from Arnold's Selections) William Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1892 |
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ALFRED AINGER beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright Busk calm cheerful Child churchyard clouds Cottage dead dear delight dost doth dream earth Ennerdale fair fear feel fields flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Friend gentle glad glory Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heroic arts hills honoured Land hope hour human human weight Kilve LEONARD live lofty lonely look Luke MATTHEW ARNOLD mind Molière morning mortal mountain Nature Nature's never o'er passed peace pleasure POEMS poet poetry praise PRIEST rays Workman rocks round seemed shade Shepherd sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul spake spirit Spring stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thoughts Trajan trees turned Twill vale voice Voltaire wager house wander waters wind Wordsworth Wordsworthian Yarrow youth
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Sida 249 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood...
Sida 200 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Sida 214 - The world is too much with us. The world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! 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 every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Sida 213 - 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 fough'tst 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 204 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Sida 143 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Sida 115 - 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.
Sida 3 - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Sida 144 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Sida 146 - 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...