The English Poets: Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 - English poetry |
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... leaves . The ideal man with Wordsworth is the hard - headed , frugal , unambitious dalesman of his own hills , with his strong affections , his simple tastes , and his quiet and beautiful home : and this dalesman , built up by communion ...
... leaves . The ideal man with Wordsworth is the hard - headed , frugal , unambitious dalesman of his own hills , with his strong affections , his simple tastes , and his quiet and beautiful home : and this dalesman , built up by communion ...
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... leaves ; Come forth , and bring with you a heart That watches and receives . ( 1798. ) LINES , COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR . JULY 13 , 1798 . Five years have past ; five ...
... leaves ; Come forth , and bring with you a heart That watches and receives . ( 1798. ) LINES , COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR . JULY 13 , 1798 . Five years have past ; five ...
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... leaves behind . The blackbird amid leafy trees , The lark above the hill , Let loose their carols when they please , Are quiet when they will . With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth , and their old age ...
... leaves behind . The blackbird amid leafy trees , The lark above the hill , Let loose their carols when they please , Are quiet when they will . With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth , and their old age ...
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... leaves ; Then flits , and from the cottage - eaves Pours forth his song in gushes ; As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign , While fluttering in the bushes . ( 1803. ) YEW ...
... leaves ; Then flits , and from the cottage - eaves Pours forth his song in gushes ; As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign , While fluttering in the bushes . ( 1803. ) YEW ...
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... leaves and twigs by hoary age , From depth of shaggy covert peeping forth In the low vale , or on steep mountain side ; And , sometimes , intermixed with stirring horns Of the live deer , or goat's depending beard , - These were the ...
... leaves and twigs by hoary age , From depth of shaggy covert peeping forth In the low vale , or on steep mountain side ; And , sometimes , intermixed with stirring horns Of the live deer , or goat's depending beard , - These were the ...
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Page 15 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, 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...
Page 453 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 447 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 450 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 451 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Page 139 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Page 371 - O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; Hear, oh hear!
Page 442 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 135 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 449 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...