Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1898 - 335 sidor |
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Sida xii
... leave it . To be recognised far and wide as a great poet , to be possible and receivable as a classic , Wordsworth needs to be relieved of a great deal of the poetical bag- gage which now encumbers him . To administer this re- lief is ...
... leave it . To be recognised far and wide as a great poet , to be possible and receivable as a classic , Wordsworth needs to be relieved of a great deal of the poetical bag- gage which now encumbers him . To administer this re- lief is ...
Sida xiv
... leave him to make his way thus , we who believe that a superior worth and power in poetry finds in mankind a sense responsive to it and disposed at last to recognise it . Yet at the outset , before he has been duly known and recognised ...
... leave him to make his way thus , we who believe that a superior worth and power in poetry finds in mankind a sense responsive to it and disposed at last to recognise it . Yet at the outset , before he has been duly known and recognised ...
Sida xxv
... Leaving the ancients , let us come to the poets and poetry of Christendom . Dante , Shakspeare , Molière , Milton , Goethe , are altogether larger and more splendid lumi- naries in the poetical heaven than Wordsworth . But I know not ...
... Leaving the ancients , let us come to the poets and poetry of Christendom . Dante , Shakspeare , Molière , Milton , Goethe , are altogether larger and more splendid lumi- naries in the poetical heaven than Wordsworth . But I know not ...
Sida 30
... leaves , she loved them still , Nor ever taxed them with the ill Which had been done to her . A barn her winter bed supplies ; But , till the warmth of summer skies And summer days is gone , ( And all do in this tale agree ) She sleeps ...
... leaves , she loved them still , Nor ever taxed them with the ill Which had been done to her . A barn her winter bed supplies ; But , till the warmth of summer skies And summer days is gone , ( And all do in this tale agree ) She sleeps ...
Sida 32
... leave both man and horse behind ; And often , ere the chase was done , He reeled and was stone - blind . And still there's something in the world At which his heart rejoices ; For when the chiming hounds are out , He dearly loves their ...
... leave both man and horse behind ; And often , ere the chase was done , He reeled and was stone - blind . And still there's something in the world At which his heart rejoices ; For when the chiming hounds are out , He dearly loves their ...
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Poems of Wordsworth (from Arnold's Selections) William Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1892 |
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Sida 131 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Sida 130 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Sida 131 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Sida 94 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Sida 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Sida 129 - 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 88 - I WANDERED lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils ; Beside the Lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Sida 128 - 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...
Sida 6 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray ; And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Sida 103 - The Solitary Reaper BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.