The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir, Volumen5Little, Brown and Company, 1865 |
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... taste would have set an example how buildings , with all the accommodations modern society requires , might be introduced even into the most secluded parts of this country without in- juring their native character . The design was not ...
... taste would have set an example how buildings , with all the accommodations modern society requires , might be introduced even into the most secluded parts of this country without in- juring their native character . The design was not ...
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... taste , to have a graceful ac- cordance with the subject . The fierce bigotry of the Prioress forms a fine back - ground for her tender - hearted sympathies with the Mother and Child ; and the mode in which the story is told amply ...
... taste , to have a graceful ac- cordance with the subject . The fierce bigotry of the Prioress forms a fine back - ground for her tender - hearted sympathies with the Mother and Child ; and the mode in which the story is told amply ...
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... taste of pleasure unpursued , Doth find herself insensibly disposed To virtue and true goodness . Some there are , By their good works exalted , lofty minds And meditative , authors of delight And happiness , which to the end of time ...
... taste of pleasure unpursued , Doth find herself insensibly disposed To virtue and true goodness . Some there are , By their good works exalted , lofty minds And meditative , authors of delight And happiness , which to the end of time ...
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... taste , and the narrow of mind , And the small critic wielding his delicate pen , That I sing of old Adam , the pride of old men . He dwells in the centre of London's wide Town ; His staff is a sceptre , his gray hairs a crown ; And his ...
... taste , and the narrow of mind , And the small critic wielding his delicate pen , That I sing of old Adam , the pride of old men . He dwells in the centre of London's wide Town ; His staff is a sceptre , his gray hairs a crown ; And his ...
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... taste in this country , and to determine how far this taste is healthy or depraved ; which , again , could not be determined , without pointing out in what manner language and the human mind act and react on each other 190 APPENDIX ...
... taste in this country , and to determine how far this taste is healthy or depraved ; which , again , could not be determined , without pointing out in what manner language and the human mind act and react on each other 190 APPENDIX ...
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Página 178 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Página 180 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing 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. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 179 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Página 178 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 183 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 219 - ... the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
Página 289 - As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs: they on the trading flood Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape Ply, stemming nightly toward the pole: so seemed Far off the flying fiend.
Página 178 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,— No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 194 - Accordingly, such a language, arising out of repeated experience and regular feelings, is a more permanent, and a far more philosophical language, than that which is frequently substituted for it by Poets...
Página 307 - Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me...