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... a soul comes into vivid contact with it , there springs up that emotion which is the essence of 1 Myosotis Alpestris . " " 2 S. T. Coleridge , Lit. Biog . vol . ii . p . 23 . Poetry . And that this meeting of the human soul OF NATURE . 15.
... a soul comes into vivid contact with it , there springs up that emotion which is the essence of 1 Myosotis Alpestris . " " 2 S. T. Coleridge , Lit. Biog . vol . ii . p . 23 . Poetry . And that this meeting of the human soul OF NATURE . 15.
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... spring day delights every man , and something of the delight is no doubt due to the mere eye , to the adaptation of the object to the visual organ ; but how much more - who shall say ? -is due to the endless suggestiveness of the sight ...
... spring day delights every man , and something of the delight is no doubt due to the mere eye , to the adaptation of the object to the visual organ ; but how much more - who shall say ? -is due to the endless suggestiveness of the sight ...
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... spring from one root . That root is found in Sanscrit , in the old word dyu , which originally meant sky and day . Dyaus therefore meant the bright heavenly Deity . When men began to think of the incomprehensible Being who is above all ...
... spring from one root . That root is found in Sanscrit , in the old word dyu , which originally meant sky and day . Dyaus therefore meant the bright heavenly Deity . When men began to think of the incomprehensible Being who is above all ...
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... Spring , Summer , Autumn , and Winter . He wrote with . his eye upon their scenery , and , even when he wrote of it in his room , it was with a recol- lected love . ' The descriptions were too much like catalogues , the very fault of ...
... Spring , Summer , Autumn , and Winter . He wrote with . his eye upon their scenery , and , even when he wrote of it in his room , it was with a recol- lected love . ' The descriptions were too much like catalogues , the very fault of ...
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... Spring season , when the whole face of Nature is so rich and beautiful . Once only in the year , yet once , does the ... Springs all through his life , who could conceive two or three months before that it was possible that the face of ...
... Spring season , when the whole face of Nature is so rich and beautiful . Once only in the year , yet once , does the ... Springs all through his life , who could conceive two or three months before that it was possible that the face of ...
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Page 105 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 188 - And wait the' approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales, And forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude. At last, The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander...
Page 168 - The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Page 37 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Page 166 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond "Which keeps me pale...
Page 196 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Page 203 - tis true; but gouty limb, Though on a sofa, may I never feel: For I have loved the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth, close cropped by nibbling sheep, And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs; have loved the rural walk O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers...
Page 194 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here ; And, while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
Page 205 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Page 196 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...