The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthMacmillan, 1889 - 928 pages |
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... nature . But it is a narrow view to suppose that the men of the eighteenth century did not look through the literary conventions of the day to the truths of life and nature behind them . The conventions have gone , or are changed , and ...
... nature . But it is a narrow view to suppose that the men of the eighteenth century did not look through the literary conventions of the day to the truths of life and nature behind them . The conventions have gone , or are changed , and ...
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... nature is in Wordsworth's doctrine the school of duty . With Byron nature is the mighty consoler and the vindicator of the rebel . A curious thing , which we may note in passing , is that Wordsworth , who clung fervently to the historic ...
... nature is in Wordsworth's doctrine the school of duty . With Byron nature is the mighty consoler and the vindicator of the rebel . A curious thing , which we may note in passing , is that Wordsworth , who clung fervently to the historic ...
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... nature , as infancy recedes farther from us , is , with all respect for the declaration of Mr. Ruskin to the contrary , contrary to notorious fact , experience , and truth . It is a beggarly conception , no doubt , to judge as if poetry ...
... nature , as infancy recedes farther from us , is , with all respect for the declaration of Mr. Ruskin to the contrary , contrary to notorious fact , experience , and truth . It is a beggarly conception , no doubt , to judge as if poetry ...
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... nature , to think " what man has made of man . " As if nature itself , excluding the conscious doings of that portion of nature which is the human race , and excluding also nature's own share in the making of poor Man , did not abound ...
... nature , to think " what man has made of man . " As if nature itself , excluding the conscious doings of that portion of nature which is the human race , and excluding also nature's own share in the making of poor Man , did not abound ...
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... nature as a resting wheel . The kine are couched upon the dewy grass ; The horse alone , seen dimly as I pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale , and mountain , and the ...
... nature as a resting wheel . The kine are couched upon the dewy grass ; The horse alone , seen dimly as I pass , Is cropping audibly his later meal : Dark is the ground ; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale , and mountain , and the ...
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Page 177 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 90 - 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 356 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised : 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...
Page 111 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 90 - Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then — The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by — To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest...
Page 167 - 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.
Page 355 - Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' humorous stage With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among...
Page 356 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 355 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness" of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou...
Page 356 - Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a newborn day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; 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.