With Wordsworth in England: Being a Selection of the Poems and Letters of William Wordsworth which Have to Do with English Scenery and English Life |
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... Cloud " Poems Relating to Nab - Scar The Waterfall and the Eglantine . The Oak and the Broom 66 ' Yes , it was the Mountain Echo " The Idle Shepherd - Boys A Farewell . " She was a Phantom of Delight ' Letter to Sir George Beaumont ...
... Cloud " Poems Relating to Nab - Scar The Waterfall and the Eglantine . The Oak and the Broom 66 ' Yes , it was the Mountain Echo " The Idle Shepherd - Boys A Farewell . " She was a Phantom of Delight ' Letter to Sir George Beaumont ...
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... cloud and storm . These spoke to him " rememberable things , " — at first a simple message , later a revelation of the intimacy between this Nature of " sense and outward things " and his own soul , the Universe , and God . To interpret ...
... cloud and storm . These spoke to him " rememberable things , " — at first a simple message , later a revelation of the intimacy between this Nature of " sense and outward things " and his own soul , the Universe , and God . To interpret ...
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... clouds , Grain - tinctured , drenched in empyrean light ; I made no vows , but vows Were then made for me ; bond unknown to me Was given that I should be , else sinning greatly , A dedicated Spirit . " For their own sakes these scenes ...
... clouds , Grain - tinctured , drenched in empyrean light ; I made no vows , but vows Were then made for me ; bond unknown to me Was given that I should be , else sinning greatly , A dedicated Spirit . " For their own sakes these scenes ...
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... cloud above the mountain rears An edge all flame , the broadening sun appears ; A long blue bar its ægis orb divides , ; And breaks the spreading of its golden tides And now that orb has touched the purple steep Whose softened image ...
... cloud above the mountain rears An edge all flame , the broadening sun appears ; A long blue bar its ægis orb divides , ; And breaks the spreading of its golden tides And now that orb has touched the purple steep Whose softened image ...
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... clouds that crest the mountain's brow , And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throw , 1 This is feebly and imperfectly expressed , but I recollect distinctly the very spot where this first struck me . It was in the way between ...
... clouds that crest the mountain's brow , And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throw , 1 This is feebly and imperfectly expressed , but I recollect distinctly the very spot where this first struck me . It was in the way between ...
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Page 162 - 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 way-lay.
Page 107 - 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 104 - Is lightened — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 185 - Ah ! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream...
Page 91 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 195 - Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 238 - And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside...
Page 235 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 99 - THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! — many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
Page 103 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.