Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1898 - 335 sidor |
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... never , either before or since , been so accepted and popular , so established in possession of the minds of all who profess to care for poetry , as he was between the years 1830 and 1840 , and at Cambridge . From the very first , no ...
... never , either before or since , been so accepted and popular , so established in possession of the minds of all who profess to care for poetry , as he was between the years 1830 and 1840 , and at Cambridge . From the very first , no ...
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... never quite thoroughly perhaps his , he gradually lost more and more , and Mr. Tennyson gained them . Mr. Tennyson drew to himself , and away from Wordsworth , the poetry - reading public , and the new generations . Even in 1850 , when ...
... never quite thoroughly perhaps his , he gradually lost more and more , and Mr. Tennyson gained them . Mr. Tennyson drew to himself , and away from Wordsworth , the poetry - reading public , and the new generations . Even in 1850 , when ...
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... never have thought of talking of glory as that which , after all , has the best chance of not being altogether vanity . Yet we may well allow that few things are less vain than real glory . Let us conceive of the whole group of ...
... never have thought of talking of glory as that which , after all , has the best chance of not being altogether vanity . Yet we may well allow that few things are less vain than real glory . Let us conceive of the whole group of ...
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... never produce their due effect until they are freed from their present artificial arrangement , and grouped more naturally . Disengaged from the quantity of inferior work which now obscures them , the best poems of Wordsworth , I hear ...
... never produce their due effect until they are freed from their present artificial arrangement , and grouped more naturally . Disengaged from the quantity of inferior work which now obscures them , the best poems of Wordsworth , I hear ...
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... never , or scarcely ever , attain the distinctive accent and utterance of the high and genuine poets- at all . " Quique pii vates et Phoebo digna locuti , " Burns , Keats , Heine , not to speak of others in our list , have this accent ...
... never , or scarcely ever , attain the distinctive accent and utterance of the high and genuine poets- at all . " Quique pii vates et Phoebo digna locuti , " Burns , Keats , Heine , not to speak of others in our list , have this accent ...
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Poems of Wordsworth (from Arnold's Selections) William Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1892 |
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beauty behold beneath birds bowers breath bright brook BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk cheerful Child churchyard clouds Cottage dead dear delight door dost doth drawn thread earth Ennerdale evermore fair fancy fear feel fields flowers glad gone Grasmere grave green grief groves happy hath heard heart Heaven Helpmate hills hope hour human Kilve LEONARD Lesser Celandine lived lofty lonely look Lord Clifford Luke Lycoris mind morning mountain nature Nature's never o'er passed Pilewort pleasure Poets porringer praise PRIEST rays Workman rills rock round seemed seen shade Shepherd side sighs sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stone stood streams sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art thoughts Trajan trees turned Twill vale venturous brother voice wander wild wild Hunt wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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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.