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... his descriptions of natural scenery are not brought home distinctly to the eye by
forms and circumstances . - ' An intense intellectual egotism swallows up every
thing ' — ' Every object is seen through the medium of innumerable recollections
...
... his descriptions of natural scenery are not brought home distinctly to the eye by
forms and circumstances . - ' An intense intellectual egotism swallows up every
thing ' — ' Every object is seen through the medium of innumerable recollections
...
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The virtuous and contemplative Boyle , after relating an incident connected with
his childhood , adds , “ This trivial passage I have mentioned now , not that I think
that in itself it deserves narration , but because as the sun is seen best at his ...
The virtuous and contemplative Boyle , after relating an incident connected with
his childhood , adds , “ This trivial passage I have mentioned now , not that I think
that in itself it deserves narration , but because as the sun is seen best at his ...
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Had they not seen him constantly roaming the country , or wandering over the
hills at night , looking with strange earnestness at the moon ? Another had heard
him mutter to himself in an outlandish gibberish which no one could understand ...
Had they not seen him constantly roaming the country , or wandering over the
hills at night , looking with strange earnestness at the moon ? Another had heard
him mutter to himself in an outlandish gibberish which no one could understand ...
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Desirous of bringing this about , he purchased a beautiful glen at Applethwaite ,
near Keswick , and presented it to Wordsworth , ( whom he had never seen , )
hoping that it might be the site of a residence for him . Wordsworth ' s strange ...
Desirous of bringing this about , he purchased a beautiful glen at Applethwaite ,
near Keswick , and presented it to Wordsworth , ( whom he had never seen , )
hoping that it might be the site of a residence for him . Wordsworth ' s strange ...
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It may be readily seen what a different import might be given to the former of
these paragraphs by the mere omission of the words printed in italics . Luckily
they were communicated by a judicious and genuine admirer of the Bard , and
we have ...
It may be readily seen what a different import might be given to the former of
these paragraphs by the mere omission of the words printed in italics . Luckily
they were communicated by a judicious and genuine admirer of the Bard , and
we have ...
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Page 340 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Page 345 - Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May!
Page 318 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 346 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. 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.
Page 346 - 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.
Page 339 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Page 345 - 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. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers...
Page 26 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Page 124 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Page 345 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Bibliographic information
| Title | the poets of lhkeland wordsworth |
| Author | T. LINDSEY ASPLAND |
| Published | 1874 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 9 Aug 2006 |
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