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Page 7
In Hawkshead market place , near where the assembly room now flourishes , a
grey boulder reared its huge round head : it was known far and near as Nanny -
Holme Stone , that being the name of an ancient dame , privileged to set up a
stall ...
In Hawkshead market place , near where the assembly room now flourishes , a
grey boulder reared its huge round head : it was known far and near as Nanny -
Holme Stone , that being the name of an ancient dame , privileged to set up a
stall ...
Page 12
To every natural form , rock , fruit , or flower , Even the loose stones that cover the
high - way , I gave a moral life : I saw them feel , Or linked them to some feeling :
the great mass Lay bedded in a quickening soul , and all That I beheld respired ...
To every natural form , rock , fruit , or flower , Even the loose stones that cover the
high - way , I gave a moral life : I saw them feel , Or linked them to some feeling :
the great mass Lay bedded in a quickening soul , and all That I beheld respired ...
Page 14
Having picked up a stone to be treasured as a relic from the site of the
demolished Bastile , he confesses that this sentimental interest was affected and
not genuine . In the ' Prelude ' a passage occurs in which , after speaking of
himself as an ...
Having picked up a stone to be treasured as a relic from the site of the
demolished Bastile , he confesses that this sentimental interest was affected and
not genuine . In the ' Prelude ' a passage occurs in which , after speaking of
himself as an ...
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... putting down the shafts with a jerk , as a triumphant conclusion of his work — lo
! the bottle of brandy that had been placed most carefully behind us on the seat ,
suddenly rolled down , and pitching right on the stones , was dashed to pieces .
... putting down the shafts with a jerk , as a triumphant conclusion of his work — lo
! the bottle of brandy that had been placed most carefully behind us on the seat ,
suddenly rolled down , and pitching right on the stones , was dashed to pieces .
Page 23
... suddenly rolled down , and pitching right on the stones , was dashed to pieces
. We all beheld the spectacle silent and petrified . One little untoward thing often
follows another , and while the rest stood musing , chained to the place , regaling
...
... suddenly rolled down , and pitching right on the stones , was dashed to pieces
. We all beheld the spectacle silent and petrified . One little untoward thing often
follows another , and while the rest stood musing , chained to the place , regaling
...
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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!
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| Title | the poets of lhkeland wordsworth |
| Author | T. LINDSEY ASPLAND |
| Published | 1874 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 9 Aug 2006 |
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