The excursion, being a portion of The recluse, a poem |
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... Turned toward the sun then setting , while that staff Afforded , to the figure of the man Detained for contemplation or repose , Graceful support ; his countenance as he stood Was hidden from my view , and he remained Unrecognised ; but ...
... Turned toward the sun then setting , while that staff Afforded , to the figure of the man Detained for contemplation or repose , Graceful support ; his countenance as he stood Was hidden from my view , and he remained Unrecognised ; but ...
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... Turned inward ; or at my request would sing Old songs , the product of his native hills ; A skilful distribution of sweet sounds , Feeding the soul , and eagerly imbibed As cool refreshing water , by the care Of the industrious ...
... Turned inward ; or at my request would sing Old songs , the product of his native hills ; A skilful distribution of sweet sounds , Feeding the soul , and eagerly imbibed As cool refreshing water , by the care Of the industrious ...
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... turned adrift Sought daily bread from public charity , They , and their wives and children - happier far Could they have lived as do the little birds That peck along the hedge - rows , or the kite That makes her dwelling on the mountain ...
... turned adrift Sought daily bread from public charity , They , and their wives and children - happier far Could they have lived as do the little birds That peck along the hedge - rows , or the kite That makes her dwelling on the mountain ...
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... turned her head away Speechless , and , sitting down upon a chair , Wept bitterly . I wist not what to do , Nor how to speak to her . Poor Wretch ! at last She rose from off her seat , and then , -O Sir ! I cannot tell how she ...
... turned her head away Speechless , and , sitting down upon a chair , Wept bitterly . I wist not what to do , Nor how to speak to her . Poor Wretch ! at last She rose from off her seat , and then , -O Sir ! I cannot tell how she ...
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... turned aside , And strolled into her garden . It appeared To lag behind the season , and had lost Its pride of neatness . Daisy - flowers and thrift Had broken their trim border - lines , and straggled O'er paths they used to deck ...
... turned aside , And strolled into her garden . It appeared To lag behind the season , and had lost Its pride of neatness . Daisy - flowers and thrift Had broken their trim border - lines , and straggled O'er paths they used to deck ...
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The excursion, being a portion of The recluse, a poem William Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1847 |
The Excursion, Being a Portion of The Recluse, a Poem William Wordsworth Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1814 |
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age to age aught beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds COLERIDGE'S cottage course dark death delight divine doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers foolscap 8vo frame Friend grace grave green grove hand happy hath heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality labour less living lofty lonely look mind moorland mortal mountain muse nature nature's o'er pains passed Pastor peace pensive pity pleasure POEMS praise pure rest rill rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage nations Scotland seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude sorrow soul spake spirit spot stood stream sublime tender things THOMAS CAMPBELL thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice volume walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Sida 8 - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Sida 101 - But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken, And subject neither to eclipse nor wane, Duty exists; — immutably survive, For our support, the measures and the forms, Which an abstract intelligence supplies; Whose kingdom is, where time and space are not.
Sida 122 - When winds are blowing strong. The traveller slaked His thirst from rill or gushing fount, and thanked The Naiad. Sunbeams upon distant hills Gliding apace with shadows in their train, Might with small help from fancy, be transformed Into fleet Oreads sporting visibly.
Sida 131 - With the loud streams : and often, at the hour When issue forth the first pale stars, is heard, Within the circuit of this fabric huge, One voice — the solitary raven, flying Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome, Unseen, perchance above the power of sight— An iron knell ! with echoes from afar Faint — and still fainter...
Sida 128 - As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene.
Sida 16 - Profuse in garniture of wooden cuts Strange and uncouth ; dire faces, figures dire, Sharp-kneed, sharp-elbowed, and lean-ankled too, With long and ghostly shanks — forms which once seen Could never be forgotten...
Sida 61 - ... an answer — thither come, and shape A language not unwelcome to sick hearts And idle spirits : — there the sun himself, At the calm close of summer's longest day, Rests his substantial Orb ; — between those heights And on the top of either pinnacle, More keenly than elsewhere in night's blue vault, Sparkle the Stars, as of their station proud. Thoughts are not busier in the mind of man Than the mute Agents stirring there : — alone Here do I sit and watch.
Sida 8 - Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft Must turn elsewhere — to travel near the tribes And fellowships of men, and see ill sights Of madding passions mutually inflamed ; Must hear Humanity in fields and groves Pipe solitary anguish ; or must hang Brooding above the fierce confederate storm Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore Within the walls of cities — may these sounds Have their authentic comment ; that even these Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn ! — Descend, prophetic Spirit!
Sida 286 - Power, that proudly sits on others' crimes ; Charged with more crying sins than those he checks. The storms of sad confusion that may grow Up in the present for the coming times, Appal not him ; that hath no side at all, But of himself, and knows the worst can fall. Although his heart (so near allied to earth) Cannot but pity the perplexed state Of troublous and...
Sida 65 - Stood fixed ; and fixed resemblances were seen To implements of ordinary use, But vast in size, in substance glorified ; Such as by Hebrew prophets were beheld In vision — forms uncouth of mightiest power, For admiration and mysterious awe.