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... Nature hang- ing out signals of distress ' . To the young student , however , the novelty and bustle of the scene , and the self - importance of being a Cambridge ' man ' , for a while interested and pleased him . In the Prelude ' he ...
... Nature hang- ing out signals of distress ' . To the young student , however , the novelty and bustle of the scene , and the self - importance of being a Cambridge ' man ' , for a while interested and pleased him . In the Prelude ' he ...
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... reading of Clarissa Har- lowe . With so little that was congenial to his nature in collegiate life , it is not surprising that his muse should have been silent , or nearly so , during that period yet the poet's soul was with him , he.
... reading of Clarissa Har- lowe . With so little that was congenial to his nature in collegiate life , it is not surprising that his muse should have been silent , or nearly so , during that period yet the poet's soul was with him , he.
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... natural form , rock , fruit , or flower , Even the loose stones that cover the high - way , I gave a moral life : I saw them feel , Or linked them to some feeling the great mass Lay bedded in a quickening soul , and all That I beheld ...
... natural form , rock , fruit , or flower , Even the loose stones that cover the high - way , I gave a moral life : I saw them feel , Or linked them to some feeling the great mass Lay bedded in a quickening soul , and all That I beheld ...
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... nature , seeing in them , not what they were , but what they might be . And in all Wordsworth's pedlars , gipsies , and wan- derers , we have not bad men , defiled by crime , but there is speaking through them all , his own high , pure ...
... nature , seeing in them , not what they were , but what they might be . And in all Wordsworth's pedlars , gipsies , and wan- derers , we have not bad men , defiled by crime , but there is speaking through them all , his own high , pure ...
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... Nature ; and her taste a perfect electrometer ' . A doubt has been entertained by some admirers of Wordsworth , whether the influence of his sister was so unmixed a benefit to his genius as might at first sight appear , and the question ...
... Nature ; and her taste a perfect electrometer ' . A doubt has been entertained by some admirers of Wordsworth , whether the influence of his sister was so unmixed a benefit to his genius as might at first sight appear , and the question ...
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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!