The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 páginas |
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... mood , which now I meditate ; It gladdens me , O worthy , short - lived , Youth ! To think how much of this will be thy praise . To the Memory of Raisley Calvert PART II Scorn not SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 19.
... mood , which now I meditate ; It gladdens me , O worthy , short - lived , Youth ! To think how much of this will be thy praise . To the Memory of Raisley Calvert PART II Scorn not SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 19.
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William Wordsworth. PART II Scorn not SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic ! you have frowned , the Sonnet Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ...
William Wordsworth. PART II Scorn not SCORN not the Sonnet ; Critic ! you have frowned , the Sonnet Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ...
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... Scorn should write his epitaph . How does the Meadow - flower its bloom unfold ? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root , and , in that freedom , bold ; And so the grandeur of the Forest - tree Comes not by casting in ...
... Scorn should write his epitaph . How does the Meadow - flower its bloom unfold ? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root , and , in that freedom , bold ; And so the grandeur of the Forest - tree Comes not by casting in ...
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... Scorned , or neglected , fear not such a dearth . Though poor and destitute of friends thou art , Perhaps the sole survivor of thy race , One to whom Heaven assigns that mournful part The utmost solitude of age to face , Still shall be ...
... Scorned , or neglected , fear not such a dearth . Though poor and destitute of friends thou art , Perhaps the sole survivor of thy race , One to whom Heaven assigns that mournful part The utmost solitude of age to face , Still shall be ...
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... scorn . " ' Tis known , " cried they , " that he , who would adorn His envied temples with the Isthmian crown , Must either win , through effort of his own , The prize , or be content to see it worn By more deserving brows . - Yet so ye ...
... scorn . " ' Tis known , " cried they , " that he , who would adorn His envied temples with the Isthmian crown , Must either win , through effort of his own , The prize , or be content to see it worn By more deserving brows . - Yet so ye ...
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Página 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Página 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Página 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Página 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Página 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Página 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Página 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Página 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Página 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Página 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...