PoemsGinn, 1897 - 522 páginas |
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... worth's poems are to be read , it will be found profitable to pay careful attention to the variations of text . From no other poet can so much be learnt as to the craftsmanship of the poetic art . In the Aldine edition I recorded the ...
... worth's poems are to be read , it will be found profitable to pay careful attention to the variations of text . From no other poet can so much be learnt as to the craftsmanship of the poetic art . In the Aldine edition I recorded the ...
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... worth , an attorney , was born at Cockermouth in Cumber- land , on April 7 , 1770. His mother , whose maiden name was Anne Cookson , was the daughter of a mercer at Pen- rith . The Wordsworths were an old and respectable York- shire ...
... worth , an attorney , was born at Cockermouth in Cumber- land , on April 7 , 1770. His mother , whose maiden name was Anne Cookson , was the daughter of a mercer at Pen- rith . The Wordsworths were an old and respectable York- shire ...
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... worth possessor of the sum of £ 900 . We are all debtors to that young man , whose good deed , inspired by insight and faith , enabled a great poet to devote himself to his high calling . How and where the summer of 1795 passed is ...
... worth possessor of the sum of £ 900 . We are all debtors to that young man , whose good deed , inspired by insight and faith , enabled a great poet to devote himself to his high calling . How and where the summer of 1795 passed is ...
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... worth conveyed something of his brother's spirit into his poem " The Happy Warrior , " which presents a lofty ideal of heroic manhood ; his sense of the discipline of pain is expressed in the " Elegiac Stanzas , suggested by a Picture ...
... worth conveyed something of his brother's spirit into his poem " The Happy Warrior , " which presents a lofty ideal of heroic manhood ; his sense of the discipline of pain is expressed in the " Elegiac Stanzas , suggested by a Picture ...
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... worth composed the " Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle , " in which the spirit of chivalry is expressed , and at the same time is controlled by the spirit of a finer and deeper wisdom . Here , too , he saw in proof the last pages of ...
... worth composed the " Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle , " in which the spirit of chivalry is expressed , and at the same time is controlled by the spirit of a finer and deeper wisdom . Here , too , he saw in proof the last pages of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
१९ ९९ Æneid Alfoxden altered beauty bird bower bright brother Brougham Castle Castle cheer child clouds Coleorton Coleridge composed Convention of Cintra cottage Cuckoo dear delight Dorothy Wordsworth doth Dove Cottage earlier earth edition Excursion faith feeling flowers Grasmere grave green grove happy hath heard heart heaven hill hope human imagination lake Laodamia lines living look Lyrical Ballads mind moral morning mountains nature Nether Stowey never night o'er passed passion Peele Castle pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Prelude published in 1807 reading replaced River Duddon rock Rydal Rydal Mount seemed shade sight silent sister song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spring stanza stars stood sweet text is unchanged thee things thou Town-end trees vale verse voice walked wandering wild William Wordsworth wind words writes written Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Página 323 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 48 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Página 227 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Página 228 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 45 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Página 46 - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; 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, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Página 184 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 228 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 222 - 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 137 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.