The Excursion: A PoemE. Moxon, 1847 - 374 sidor |
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Sida xiii
... Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main - why should they be A history only of departed things , Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of Man , When wedded to this goodly universe In love and ...
... Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main - why should they be A history only of departed things , Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of Man , When wedded to this goodly universe In love and ...
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... their elements , And speak a plainer language . In the woods , A lone Enthusiast , and among the fields , Itinerant in this labour , he had passed The better portion of his time ; and there Spontaneously THE WANDERER . 15.
... their elements , And speak a plainer language . In the woods , A lone Enthusiast , and among the fields , Itinerant in this labour , he had passed The better portion of his time ; and there Spontaneously THE WANDERER . 15.
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... fields were left With half a harvest . It pleased Heaven to add A worse affliction in the plague of war : This happy Land was stricken to the heart ! A Wanderer then among the cottages , I , with my freight of winter raiment , saw The ...
... fields were left With half a harvest . It pleased Heaven to add A worse affliction in the plague of war : This happy Land was stricken to the heart ! A Wanderer then among the cottages , I , with my freight of winter raiment , saw The ...
Sida 24
... fields . One while he would speak lightly of his babes , And with a cruel tongue : at other times He tossed them with a false unnatural joy : And ' twas a rueful thing to see the looks Of the poor innocent children . ' Every smile ...
... fields . One while he would speak lightly of his babes , And with a cruel tongue : at other times He tossed them with a false unnatural joy : And ' twas a rueful thing to see the looks Of the poor innocent children . ' Every smile ...
Sida 28
... journeyed back this way , When , in the warmth of midsummer , the wheat Was yellow ; and the soft and bladed grass , Springing afresh , had o'er the hay - field spread Its tender verdure . At the door arrived , I 28 THE WANDERER .
... journeyed back this way , When , in the warmth of midsummer , the wheat Was yellow ; and the soft and bladed grass , Springing afresh , had o'er the hay - field spread Its tender verdure . At the door arrived , I 28 THE WANDERER .
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age to age aught BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds cottage course dark death delight discourse doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers frame Friend GEORGIANA FULLERTON grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JUSTIN MARTYR labour less living lofty lonely look mind morocco mortal mountain nature nature's o'er PARACELSUS passed Pastor peace pensive PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity pleasure POEMS praise Price pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude SORDELLO sorrow soul spake spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Sida xiii - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Sida 115 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Sida 102 - Turned inward, to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed ; and life was put To inquisition long and profitless! By pain of heart now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way...
Sida 70 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With...
Sida 37 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Sida xii - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Sida xvi - Where, on a small hereditary farm, An unproductive slip of rugged ground, His Parents, with their numerous offspring, dwelt ; A virtuous household, though exceeding poor...
Sida 205 - Whose steps are equity, whose seat is law. — Hail to the State of England ! And conjoin With this a salutation as devout, Made to the spiritual Fabric of her Church ; Founded in truth ; by blood of Martyrdom Cemented; by the hands of Wisdom reared In beauty of Holiness, with ordered pomp, Decent, and unreproved.
Sida 11 - All things, responsive to the writing, there Breathed immortality, revolving life, And greatness still revolving ; infinite : There littleness was not ; the least of things Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects, nor did he believe, — he saw.
Sida 133 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in h*er nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...