Selections from WordsworthJ.F. Fletcher, 1885 - 282 pages |
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... never wore off Ts mind , and which ever afterwards influenced the Character of his poetic genius . His father , John Wordsworth , came of an old north- country stock , and was law - agent to the Earl of Lowther , whose family owns a ...
... never wore off Ts mind , and which ever afterwards influenced the Character of his poetic genius . His father , John Wordsworth , came of an old north- country stock , and was law - agent to the Earl of Lowther , whose family owns a ...
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... never hears anything now . He fancied it was to make him famous , for he considered it to be good . And yet anyone who has made a study of WORDSWORTH and his work , knows that very few more unsuitable people could be found to write a ...
... never hears anything now . He fancied it was to make him famous , for he considered it to be good . And yet anyone who has made a study of WORDSWORTH and his work , knows that very few more unsuitable people could be found to write a ...
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... never out of hearing , O may he never more be warm ! " Wilson , the great " Christopher North , " took up the volume , read it , and said it was as though " a new sun had risen on mid - day . " In the September of 1798 , WORDSWORTH ...
... never out of hearing , O may he never more be warm ! " Wilson , the great " Christopher North , " took up the volume , read it , and said it was as though " a new sun had risen on mid - day . " In the September of 1798 , WORDSWORTH ...
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... never enjoyed much of his company , and the loss affected him greatly . In that year too , Sir Walter Scott visited Grasmere and climbed some of the neighbouring hills in company with his host . Those days were happy ones for the ...
... never enjoyed much of his company , and the loss affected him greatly . In that year too , Sir Walter Scott visited Grasmere and climbed some of the neighbouring hills in company with his host . Those days were happy ones for the ...
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... never do , " said he , in one of the most furious articles ever penned . He was struck all aghast to see , or rather hear , such sentiments as those which the poet had put into the mouth of his hero , if one can call a pedlar a hero ...
... never do , " said he , in one of the most furious articles ever penned . He was struck all aghast to see , or rather hear , such sentiments as those which the poet had put into the mouth of his hero , if one can call a pedlar a hero ...
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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.