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Page 90
... head and an- swered , ' too wordy ' . At another time , when his tra- gedy of ' Irene ' was being read to a company , he left the room , and on being asked the reason , he replied , Sir , I thought it had been better ' . In consequence ...
... head and an- swered , ' too wordy ' . At another time , when his tra- gedy of ' Irene ' was being read to a company , he left the room , and on being asked the reason , he replied , Sir , I thought it had been better ' . In consequence ...
Page 91
... head of all worldly thoughts , and looked up at the clouds for ten years , to refine my soul , I shall love this poetry . Meanwhile , the web of imperceptible threads by which Wordsworth endeavours to bind together all sentiments and ...
... head of all worldly thoughts , and looked up at the clouds for ten years , to refine my soul , I shall love this poetry . Meanwhile , the web of imperceptible threads by which Wordsworth endeavours to bind together all sentiments and ...
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... head " . Passing through Brunnen , we reached Al- torf on the 21st , the spot which suggested Wordsworth's 20th effusion . My prose remark on the people shows the sad difference between observation and fancy . I wrote : " These ...
... head " . Passing through Brunnen , we reached Al- torf on the 21st , the spot which suggested Wordsworth's 20th effusion . My prose remark on the people shows the sad difference between observation and fancy . I wrote : " These ...
Page 99
... head , fears being entertained of a fracture of the skull , but it proved to be only an abrasion by the sharp - pointed stone against which he was thrown . The rapidity of his recovery surprised those around him , and was supposed to be ...
... head , fears being entertained of a fracture of the skull , but it proved to be only an abrasion by the sharp - pointed stone against which he was thrown . The rapidity of his recovery surprised those around him , and was supposed to be ...
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... head had bowed in worship . In a state hovering between life and death , he continued for some days , when he awoke as from a quiet sleep . The last word he was heard to utter was the name of his beloved daughter . On the 23rd of April ...
... head had bowed in worship . In a state hovering between life and death , he continued for some days , when he awoke as from a quiet sleep . The last word he was heard to utter was the name of his beloved daughter . On the 23rd of April ...
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Page 340 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Page 345 - Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May!
Page 318 - 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 waylay.
Page 346 - 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.
Page 346 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 339 - 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 345 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers...
Page 27 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Page 124 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Page 345 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!