...language—necessarily reminds us of the sonnets on " Personal Talk," notably the lines : "Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long barren silence square...desire; To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loud presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its...

...— necessarily reminds us of the sonnets on " Personal Talk," notably the lines : "Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long barren silence square...desire ; To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loud presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its...

...out of me, like form with chalk Painted on rich men's floors for one feast-night. Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence,...emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong. 581....

...friends, who live within an easy walk, Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight. Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence,...emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong. WORDSWORTH....

...And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And Reason in her most exalted mood,' which made him able to 'Sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of his cottage fire,' and yet to look widely, dispassionately, into what in man is\ most akin to nature,...

...And clearest insight, amplitude of mind," And Reason in her most exalted mood,' which made him able to 'Sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of his cottage fire,' and yet to look widely, dispassionately, into what in man is most akin to nature,...

...introspective analysis, which Wordsworth describes in his poem called Personal Talk : Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long barren silence,...emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the napping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong. Hence,...

...out of me, like Forms, with chalk Painted on rich, men's floors for one feast night. Better than such cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong. IL...

...and overcome. Genuine vacant repose is permissible, and the most desirable thing in life seems to be To sit without emotion, hope, or aim In the loved presence of my cottage fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong. The...

...out of me, like Forms, with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night. Better than such That made the breeze to blow t 9 Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The gl git without emotion, hope, or aim. In tlie loved presence of my cottage-tire. And listen to the flapping...