The Excursion: A PoemE. Moxon, 1847 - 374 páginas |
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... hour arrives , Would chant , in lonely peace , the spousal verse Of this great consummation : —and , by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are , Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death , and win the vacant and ...
... hour arrives , Would chant , in lonely peace , the spousal verse Of this great consummation : —and , by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are , Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death , and win the vacant and ...
Página xvi
... Half conscious of the soothing melody , With side - long eye looks out upon the scene , By power of that To finer distance . impending covert , thrown , Mine was at that hour Far other lot , yet with good hope that soon B 2.
... Half conscious of the soothing melody , With side - long eye looks out upon the scene , By power of that To finer distance . impending covert , thrown , Mine was at that hour Far other lot , yet with good hope that soon B 2.
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... appetite - nor this alone Appeased his yearning : -in the after - day Of boyhood , many an hour in caves forlorn , And ' mid the hollow depths of naked crags He sate , and even in their fixed lineaments , 8 THE WANDERER .
... appetite - nor this alone Appeased his yearning : -in the after - day Of boyhood , many an hour in caves forlorn , And ' mid the hollow depths of naked crags He sate , and even in their fixed lineaments , 8 THE WANDERER .
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... hour ! And there , by lucky hap , had been preserved A straggling volume , torn and incomplete , That left half - told the preternatural tale , Romance of giants , chronicle of fiends , Profuse in garniture of wooden cuts Strange and ...
... hour ! And there , by lucky hap , had been preserved A straggling volume , torn and incomplete , That left half - told the preternatural tale , Romance of giants , chronicle of fiends , Profuse in garniture of wooden cuts Strange and ...
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... The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form , All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live , And by them did he live ; they were his life . In such access of mind , in such high hour 10 THE WANDERER .
... The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form , All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live , And by them did he live ; they were his life . In such access of mind , in such high hour 10 THE WANDERER .
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Términos y frases comunes
age to age aught BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds cottage course dark death delight discourse doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers frame Friend GEORGIANA FULLERTON grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JUSTIN MARTYR labour less living lofty lonely look mind morocco mortal mountain nature nature's o'er PARACELSUS passed Pastor peace pensive PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity pleasure POEMS praise Price pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude SORDELLO sorrow soul spake spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
Pasajes populares
Página xiii - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Página 115 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Página 102 - Turned inward, to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed ; and life was put To inquisition long and profitless! By pain of heart now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way...
Página 70 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With...
Página 37 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Página xii - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Página xvi - Where, on a small hereditary farm, An unproductive slip of rugged ground, His Parents, with their numerous offspring, dwelt ; A virtuous household, though exceeding poor...
Página 205 - Whose steps are equity, whose seat is law. — Hail to the State of England ! And conjoin With this a salutation as devout, Made to the spiritual Fabric of her Church ; Founded in truth ; by blood of Martyrdom Cemented; by the hands of Wisdom reared In beauty of Holiness, with ordered pomp, Decent, and unreproved.
Página 11 - All things, responsive to the writing, there Breathed immortality, revolving life, And greatness still revolving ; infinite : There littleness was not ; the least of things Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects, nor did he believe, — he saw.
Página 133 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in h*er nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...