Wordsworth and His CircleMethuen & Company, 1907 - 360 páginas |
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... thee Owed many years of early liberty . This care was thine when sickness did condemn Thy youth to hopeless wasting , root and stem- That I , if frugal and severe , might stray Where'er I liked " ; and finally array My temples with the ...
... thee Owed many years of early liberty . This care was thine when sickness did condemn Thy youth to hopeless wasting , root and stem- That I , if frugal and severe , might stray Where'er I liked " ; and finally array My temples with the ...
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... thee , dear Friend ! My soul , too reckless of mild grace , had stood In her original self too confident , Retained too long a countenance severe ; A rock with torrents roaring , with the clouds Familiar , and a favourite of the stars ...
... thee , dear Friend ! My soul , too reckless of mild grace , had stood In her original self too confident , Retained too long a countenance severe ; A rock with torrents roaring , with the clouds Familiar , and a favourite of the stars ...
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... thee unfold , in thy deep and sweet intonations , the mysteries of Jamblichus , or Plotinus ( for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts ) , or reciting Homer in his Greek or Pindar - while the walls of ...
... thee unfold , in thy deep and sweet intonations , the mysteries of Jamblichus , or Plotinus ( for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts ) , or reciting Homer in his Greek or Pindar - while the walls of ...
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... thee , my gentle - hearted Charles , to whom No sound is dissonant which tells of Life . " For some reason Charles Lamb , when he read the poem on its publication some years later , quite seriously resented the epithet " gentle ...
... thee , my gentle - hearted Charles , to whom No sound is dissonant which tells of Life . " For some reason Charles Lamb , when he read the poem on its publication some years later , quite seriously resented the epithet " gentle ...
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... thee all which then we were , To thee , in memory of that happiness , It will be known , by thee at least , my Friend ! Felt , that the history of a Poet's mind Is labour not unworthy of regard . " Coleridge's poem , The Nightingale ...
... thee all which then we were , To thee , in memory of that happiness , It will be known , by thee at least , my Friend ! Felt , that the history of a Poet's mind Is labour not unworthy of regard . " Coleridge's poem , The Nightingale ...
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Página 17 - Ballads';3 in which it was agreed, that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic; yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Página 130 - 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. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Página 278 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Página 198 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Página 155 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth; But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Página 175 - OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among -the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Página 38 - Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress, That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 17 - Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself, as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us — an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither...
Página 275 - tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Página 198 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.