Poetry, Sacred and Profane, Página 82Longmans & Company, 1851 - 341 páginas |
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... treated in a satire called " Pastimes with the late Poet Lau- reate , ” it is but right that I defend its publication , by argument based upon a familiarity with his works . In the absence of such necessity , however , no objection ...
... treated in a satire called " Pastimes with the late Poet Lau- reate , ” it is but right that I defend its publication , by argument based upon a familiarity with his works . In the absence of such necessity , however , no objection ...
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... treated , was , after all , no mean achievement for a man of his limited genius . He owed it mainly to patient , untiring industry : for having no susceptibility that allowed him either to be provoked to resentment , or to be crushed ...
... treated , was , after all , no mean achievement for a man of his limited genius . He owed it mainly to patient , untiring industry : for having no susceptibility that allowed him either to be provoked to resentment , or to be crushed ...
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... treat her dispensations , whether in the character of poet or naturalist . Pilewort ( ranunculus ficaria ) , called by the earlier botanists little celandine , is a plant of almost universal prevalence : but it first blooms in the most ...
... treat her dispensations , whether in the character of poet or naturalist . Pilewort ( ranunculus ficaria ) , called by the earlier botanists little celandine , is a plant of almost universal prevalence : but it first blooms in the most ...
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... treated before , The mind is at liberty now to explore . My theory you can reject if you choose , Or welcome , as best shall accord with your Muse . Pursuing the story with which I set out , I hasten to say that , while others about Me ...
... treated before , The mind is at liberty now to explore . My theory you can reject if you choose , Or welcome , as best shall accord with your Muse . Pursuing the story with which I set out , I hasten to say that , while others about Me ...
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... and toast for a man , Engaged as am I in the arduous plan Of treating disease , which compels me to walk Many miles in a day , and incessantly talk To those who are either affectedly weak , Or willing 30 AN EPICUREAN ADDRESS .
... and toast for a man , Engaged as am I in the arduous plan Of treating disease , which compels me to walk Many miles in a day , and incessantly talk To those who are either affectedly weak , Or willing 30 AN EPICUREAN ADDRESS .
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Términos y frases comunes
adorn aërial awhile beauty beneath bestow Betty Foy birds bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright calm charms coruscations coursers CUCKOO delight distant divine dost thou Dragonfly dwell earth Epicurean fair fancy feast feel flower fond fools believed gaze gentle glory glow grace green greet hail Harebell hath heart heaven heavenly hope hour idiot boy impart inspire Kilve kiss Kittens Lark light living loveliness LUCRETIUS lustre maid mind mirth morn musings Nature Nature's night o'er passion Peter Bell pilewort play playful pleasing pleasure Poet poetry praise pretty pride prize pure rapture rays reign rejoice rest scene shade shine sigh sight sing skies smile soft song SONNET soon soul sphere spirit Spring STANZAS steal stream sweet tears tell tender thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought thrush verse visions ween WESLEY CHAPEL wind wing wondering Wordsworth youth
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Página 334 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 307 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Página xix - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página ix - I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.
Página 339 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Página xix - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Página 20 - When he uttereth his Voice there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Página 190 - Padre del Ciel , dopo i perduti giorni , Dopo le notti vaneggiando spese' Con quel fero desio ch'al cor s'accese Mirando gli atti per mio mal sì adorni; Piacciati omai , col tuo lume ch'io torni Ad altra vita, ed a più belle imprese; Sì , ch...
Página 337 - She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...
Página 335 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!