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Whatever strictures may be fairly made on some of his minor poems , no one can
fail to sympathize with the kindly feelings which prompted the poet when writing
them , and which are further developed in a letter addressed to Charles James ...
Whatever strictures may be fairly made on some of his minor poems , no one can
fail to sympathize with the kindly feelings which prompted the poet when writing
them , and which are further developed in a letter addressed to Charles James ...
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... for a time , suffer as much from injudicious partizanship as from malicious
opposition ; and Wordsworth found some readers of the idolatrous class ready to
hold up to special admiration the most faulty of his poems : in the same manner
as a ...
... for a time , suffer as much from injudicious partizanship as from malicious
opposition ; and Wordsworth found some readers of the idolatrous class ready to
hold up to special admiration the most faulty of his poems : in the same manner
as a ...
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Incited by these exercises to composition of a more voluntary kind , he wrote a
long poem on his own adventures amid the scenery of the country where he was
brought up : the conclusion appears among YOUTHFUL IDEALISM .
Incited by these exercises to composition of a more voluntary kind , he wrote a
long poem on his own adventures amid the scenery of the country where he was
brought up : the conclusion appears among YOUTHFUL IDEALISM .
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where he was brought up : the conclusion appears among his collected Poems ;
it commences , Dear native regions ' . In the year 1783 , on his return home for
the vacation , he lost his father , who had for some time been in a declining state .
where he was brought up : the conclusion appears among his collected Poems ;
it commences , Dear native regions ' . In the year 1783 , on his return home for
the vacation , he lost his father , who had for some time been in a declining state .
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time seeing the Cam — that ' sweetly flowing stream ' of the last prize poem -
could not help exclaiming , ' why the stream is standing still to see people drown
themselves ' . At another time , when indulging in the same strain , he remarked ...
time seeing the Cam — that ' sweetly flowing stream ' of the last prize poem -
could not help exclaiming , ' why the stream is standing still to see people drown
themselves ' . At another time , when indulging in the same strain , he remarked ...
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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 26 - 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!
Bibliographic information
| Title | the poets of lhkeland wordsworth |
| Author | T. LINDSEY ASPLAND |
| Published | 1874 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 9 Aug 2006 |
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