Selections from WordsworthJ.F. Fletcher, 1885 - 282 páginas |
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... youth return'd ; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead , Spirits dried up and closely furl'd , The freshness of the early world . -MATTHEW Arnold . . CONTENTS . AN INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR , -Ode on Intimations.
... youth return'd ; for there was shed On spirits that had long been dead , Spirits dried up and closely furl'd , The freshness of the early world . -MATTHEW Arnold . . CONTENTS . AN INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR , -Ode on Intimations.
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... boy , But he beholds the light , and whence it flows He sees it in his joy ; The youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended 3 ODE ON IMMORTALITY .
... boy , But he beholds the light , and whence it flows He sees it in his joy ; The youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended 3 ODE ON IMMORTALITY .
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... youth from Georgia's shore- A military casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He brought them from the Cherokees ; The feathers nodded in the breeze , And made a gallant crest . From Indian blood you deem him sprung : Ah no 9 Ruth,
... youth from Georgia's shore- A military casque he wore , With splendid feathers drest ; He brought them from the Cherokees ; The feathers nodded in the breeze , And made a gallant crest . From Indian blood you deem him sprung : Ah no 9 Ruth,
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... youth could speak : -While he was yet a boy , The moon , the glory of the sun , And streams that murmur as they run , Had been his dearest joy . He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And ...
... youth could speak : -While he was yet a boy , The moon , the glory of the sun , And streams that murmur as they run , Had been his dearest joy . He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And ...
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... youth of green savannahs spake , And many an endless , endless lake , With all its fairy crowds Of islands , that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds . And then he said , " How sweet it were A fisher or a ...
... youth of green savannahs spake , And many an endless , endless lake , With all its fairy crowds Of islands , that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds . And then he said , " How sweet it were A fisher or a ...
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Página 197 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, — The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Página 7 - Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May...
Página 237 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Página 201 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher :^ Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Página 186 - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Página 117 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved; Nor uniformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane...
Página 238 - 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: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Página 1 - 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.
Página 201 - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Página 187 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize, In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.