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... bright blue eggs " appeared to him " a vision of delight . " In them he saw another sparrow's nest , in the years gone by daily visited in company with his little sister . " Behold , within that leafy shade , Those bright blue eggs ...
... bright blue eggs " appeared to him " a vision of delight . " In them he saw another sparrow's nest , in the years gone by daily visited in company with his little sister . " Behold , within that leafy shade , Those bright blue eggs ...
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... bright hopes of great results from the Revolution of signal benefits to mankind . How bitterly he was disappointed we learn something from " The Prel- ude . " The awful scenes of the time of blood and terror which followed were so ...
... bright hopes of great results from the Revolution of signal benefits to mankind . How bitterly he was disappointed we learn something from " The Prel- ude . " The awful scenes of the time of blood and terror which followed were so ...
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... bright - eyed mariner ; and rueful woes Didst utter of the Lady Christabel — And I , associate with such labors , steeped In soft forgetfulness the livelong hours , Murmuring of him who , joyous hap , was found After the perils of his ...
... bright - eyed mariner ; and rueful woes Didst utter of the Lady Christabel — And I , associate with such labors , steeped In soft forgetfulness the livelong hours , Murmuring of him who , joyous hap , was found After the perils of his ...
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... bright and faithful Dorothy by their side , inspiring and stimulating ( the expenses of which tour they desired to defray by writing a poem ) , that the story of " The Ancient Mariner " was con- ceived . Wordsworth has said of it in a ...
... bright and faithful Dorothy by their side , inspiring and stimulating ( the expenses of which tour they desired to defray by writing a poem ) , that the story of " The Ancient Mariner " was con- ceived . Wordsworth has said of it in a ...
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... bright as an emerald . " If one more extract from Mrs. Linton may be culled , it is to the following reflections that a day spent on Helvellyn gives rise : - " Ah ! what a world lies below ! But THE LAKE DISTRICT . 65.
... bright as an emerald . " If one more extract from Mrs. Linton may be culled , it is to the following reflections that a day spent on Helvellyn gives rise : - " Ah ! what a world lies below ! But THE LAKE DISTRICT . 65.
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Page 97 - 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 101 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. " Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay ; Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 50 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Page 50 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Page 119 - And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays ; With no restraint, but such as springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts, that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech : A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind Thus beating up against the wind.
Page 77 - I AM not One who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk, — Of friends, who live within an easy walk, Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight : And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk, These all wear out of me, like Forms, with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night. Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence...
Page 118 - And these grey rocks; that household lawn; Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn; This fall of water that doth make A murmur near the silent lake...
Page 160 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
Page 48 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense, of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green Held.
Page 45 - Wordsworth himself was from home, but his sister kept house, and set before us a frugal repast ; and we had free access to her brother's poems, the Lyrical Ballads, which were still in manuscript, or in the form of Sybilline Leaves.