 THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for One Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful...  The Dublin Penny Journal - Page 385by Philip Dixon Hardy - 1835Full view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth - Sonnets, English - 1899 - 308 pages
...Though mute, of all things blending into one. The THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass Trossachs But were an apt confessional for One Taught by his...morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,rivers,and... | |
 | American poetry - 1838 - 332 pages
...upright, Because we sometimes walk on two ! I hate the imitating crew." GAY. THE TROSACHS. THERE 's not a nook within this solemn pass, But were an apt...summer spent, his autumn gone, That life is but a talo of morning grass, Wither'd at eve. From scenes of art that chase That thought away, turn, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 464 pages
...their beauty more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. VI. THE TROSACHS. THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were...by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is hut a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn,... | |
 | American literature - 1865 - 820 pages
...thoughts, restraining the fancy, and helping to maintain a singleness of expression. THE TROSACHS. " There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were...morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pages
...their beauty more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. THE TROSACHS. THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were...morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - Authors' presentation copies - 1845 - 688 pages
...beauty more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. THE TBOSACHS. THEBE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 pages
...their beauty more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. THE TROSACHS. THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were...morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - Essays - 1849 - 322 pages
...sonnet, entitled ' The Trosachs,5 the moral is blended with the description throughout : — c There 's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks,... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - Poetry, Modern - 1849 - 414 pages
...their beauty more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. VI. THE TROSACHS. THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for One Taught by hia summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 pages
...more and more, and preach, Though mute, of all things blending into one. V. THE TROSACHS. THERE '0 not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt...Life is but a tale of morning grass, Withered at eve. Prom scenes of art that chose That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's... | |
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