The English Poets: Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... live , Not unexalted by religious faith , Nor uninformed by books , good books , though few , In Nature's presence : thence may I select Sorrow that is not sorrow , but delight ; And miserable love , that is not pain To hear WILLIAM ...
... live , Not unexalted by religious faith , Nor uninformed by books , good books , though few , In Nature's presence : thence may I select Sorrow that is not sorrow , but delight ; And miserable love , that is not pain To hear WILLIAM ...
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... lives , and have taught the lesson that the real greatness and littleness of human life are not to be measured by the standards of fashion and pride . What made Wordsworth different from other popular poets , and made him great , was a ...
... lives , and have taught the lesson that the real greatness and littleness of human life are not to be measured by the standards of fashion and pride . What made Wordsworth different from other popular poets , and made him great , was a ...
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... live Here in this happy dell . ' Thus Nature spake - The work was done- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm , and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be . ( 1799 ...
... live Here in this happy dell . ' Thus Nature spake - The work was done- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm , and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been , And never more will be . ( 1799 ...
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... live and sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains ; And , Matthew , for thy children dead I'll be a son to thee ! ' At this he grasped my hand , and said , ' Alas ! that cannot be . ' We rose up from the fountain - side ; And down the ...
... live and sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains ; And , Matthew , for thy children dead I'll be a son to thee ! ' At this he grasped my hand , and said , ' Alas ! that cannot be . ' We rose up from the fountain - side ; And down the ...
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... confine the prayer , When kindred thoughts and yearnings bear On the frail heart the purest share With all that live ? — The best of what we do and are , Just God , forgive ! E ' SHE WAS A PHANTOM . ' She was a WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 49.
... confine the prayer , When kindred thoughts and yearnings bear On the frail heart the purest share With all that live ? — The best of what we do and are , Just God , forgive ! E ' SHE WAS A PHANTOM . ' She was a WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 49.
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Artemidora ballads beauty beneath bird blank verse breast breath bright brow Byron calm Charles Lamb Childe Harold cloud cold Coleridge County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth EDWARD DOWDEN Emily Brontë eyes fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle grave green hand happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour human JOHN KEATS Keats lady Leigh Hunt light live look Lyrical Ballads mind moon morn mortal mountains nature ne'er never night o'er passion pleasure poems poet poetic poetry River Duddon rose round Samian wine shade Shelley sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnets sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees truth Twas verse voice WALTER LANDOR wandering waves weary wild wind Wordsworth youth
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Seite 15 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and...
Seite 453 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 447 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 450 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Seite 451 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Seite 139 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Seite 371 - O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; Hear, oh hear!
Seite 442 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 135 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 449 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...