The Excursion: Being a Portion of The Recluse, a PoemJ.M. Dent, 1904 - 350 páginas |
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... mortal state . To these emotions , whencesoe'er they come , Whether from breath of outward circumstance , Or from the Soul - an impulse to herself— I would give utterance in numerous verse . Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love and ...
... mortal state . To these emotions , whencesoe'er they come , Whether from breath of outward circumstance , Or from the Soul - an impulse to herself— I would give utterance in numerous verse . Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love and ...
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... mortal stillness ; and they ministered 490 To human comfort . Stooping down to drink , Upon the slimy foot - stone I espied The useless fragment of a wooden bowl , Green with the moss of years , and subject only To the soft handling of ...
... mortal stillness ; and they ministered 490 To human comfort . Stooping down to drink , Upon the slimy foot - stone I espied The useless fragment of a wooden bowl , Green with the moss of years , and subject only To the soft handling of ...
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... mortal taint . How shall I trace the change , how bear to tell That he broke faith with them whom he had laid In earth's dark chambers , with a Christian's hope ! An infidel contempt of holy writ Stole by degrees upon his mind ; and ...
... mortal taint . How shall I trace the change , how bear to tell That he broke faith with them whom he had laid In earth's dark chambers , with a Christian's hope ! An infidel contempt of holy writ Stole by degrees upon his mind ; and ...
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... mortal sickness on her face appeared , He coloured objects to his own desire As with a lover's passion . Yet his moods Of pain were keen as those of better men , Nay keener , as his fortitude was less : And he continued , when worse ...
... mortal sickness on her face appeared , He coloured objects to his own desire As with a lover's passion . Yet his moods Of pain were keen as those of better men , Nay keener , as his fortitude was less : And he continued , when worse ...
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... mortal life , Sickness , or accident , or grief , or pain . 7 360 On these and kindred thoughts intent I lay 370 In silence musing by my Comrade's side , He also silent ; when from out the heart Of that profound abyss a solemn voice ...
... mortal life , Sickness , or accident , or grief , or pain . 7 360 On these and kindred thoughts intent I lay 370 In silence musing by my Comrade's side , He also silent ; when from out the heart Of that profound abyss a solemn voice ...
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Términos y frases comunes
age to age Alfoxden Ambleside beautiful behold beneath BOOK breath bright calm cheerfulness Church of England clouds cottage course dark death delight discourse divine doth dwell earth evermore exclaimed fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields flowers Friend grace Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour human immortal verse labour Lake District Langdale less lived lonely look Loughrigg Fell man's mind mortal mountain nature nature's night o'er passed passion Pastor peace pity poem poor praise pure rest rill rocks round Rydal Mount sate seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Soli Solitary solitude sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit spot stood stream tale tary tender things Thomas Hutchinson thought trees truth turned vale voice Wanderer wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words Wordsworth youth
Pasajes populares
Página 10 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Página vii - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main, why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Página viii - Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft Must turn elsewhere — to travel near the tribes And fellowships of men, and see ill sights Of madding passions mutually inflamed ; Must hear Humanity in fields and groves Pipe solitary anguish ; or must hang Brooding above the fierce confederate storm Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore Within the walls of Cities...
Página 136 - Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene...
Página 336 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because in that condition the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language...
Página vi - All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarined.
Página 6 - His observations, and the thoughts his mind Had dealt with — I will here record in verse; Which, if with truth it correspond, and sink Or rise as venerable Nature leads, The high and tender Muses shall accept With gracious smile, deliberately pleased, And listening Time reward with sacred praise.
Página vii - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man, My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Página 271 - Meanwhile, at social Industry's command, How quick, how vast an increase ! From the germ Of some poor hamlet, rapidly produced Here a huge town, continuous and compact, Hiding the face of earth for leagues — and there, Where not a habitation stood before, Abodes of men irregularly massed Like trees in forests, — spread through spacious tracts, O'er which the smoke of unremitting fires Hangs permanent, and plentiful as wreaths Of vapour glittering in the morning sun.
Página 55 - Rides high ; then all the upper air they fill With roaring sound, that ceases not to flow, Like smoke, along the level of the blast, In mighty current ; theirs, too, is the song Of stream and headlong flood that seldom fails ; And, in the grim and breathless hour of noon, Methinks that I have heard them echo back The thunder's greeting.