Selections from WordsworthJ.F. Fletcher, 1885 - 282 pages |
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... look up the valley to the rocky height on which stands Cockermouth Castle , and behind it , rising dim and majestic at a distance of welve miles , he would behold the gloomy brow of kiddaw . Within a short distance of his native town ...
... look up the valley to the rocky height on which stands Cockermouth Castle , and behind it , rising dim and majestic at a distance of welve miles , he would behold the gloomy brow of kiddaw . Within a short distance of his native town ...
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... look upon them sometimes , and , when the opium left his thought clear , would talk as he alone could talk . Now and then Southey would come from Greta Hall , and go back to his hard labour - for he worked like any galley - slave ...
... look upon them sometimes , and , when the opium left his thought clear , would talk as he alone could talk . Now and then Southey would come from Greta Hall , and go back to his hard labour - for he worked like any galley - slave ...
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... look again at his old haunts in Scotland . He was ageing now , be it remembered that he was sixty- one years of age , and his shoulders were beginning to stoop , and his sight to grow dim . During this Scotch visit he met Scott for the ...
... look again at his old haunts in Scotland . He was ageing now , be it remembered that he was sixty- one years of age , and his shoulders were beginning to stoop , and his sight to grow dim . During this Scotch visit he met Scott for the ...
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... look at the last resting place of his author , and on the still mountains above and the blue lake below him , and feel how glorious the scene is and the place . He will instinctively bow his head in homage to that Being , of whom ...
... look at the last resting place of his author , and on the still mountains above and the blue lake below him , and feel how glorious the scene is and the place . He will instinctively bow his head in homage to that Being , of whom ...
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... Look round her when the heavens are bare Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know , where'er I go , ; That there hath past away a glory from the earth . III . Now , while the ...
... Look round her when the heavens are bare Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know , where'er I go , ; That there hath past away a glory from the earth . III . Now , while the ...
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Alfoxden art thou babe beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright CALAIS Charles Lamb cheerful child churchyard clouds Cockermouth Coleridge cottage dead dear delight door doth dream dwell earth Edinburgh Review Ennerdale fair father fear feel flowers glad gone Grasmere grave green happy hath Hawkshead hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human Kilve lake lamb Laodamia LEONARD lived Loch Katrine lofty look Lyrical Ballads MATTHEW Arnold mighty mind morning mother mountain nature never night o'er passed peace pleasure poet poor praise PRIEST quiet rocks round RYLSTONE Samuel Taylor Coleridge seemed shade shepherd side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul spake spirit stone stood sweet thee things thither thou art thought trees Twas Twill vale voice wander waters ween wild wind woods WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Page 197 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, — The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Page 7 - Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May...
Page 237 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts, without reproach or blot, Who do thy work and know it not: Oh!
Page 201 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher :^ Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Page 186 - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Page 117 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved; Nor uniformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane...
Page 238 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Page 1 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 201 - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Page 187 - 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 recognize, 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.