Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1883 |
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... seen , but which were obvious , or soon became so , when once shown . He opened a new world of thought and enjoyment to Englishmen ; his work formed an epoch in the intellectual and moral history of the race . But for that very reason ...
... seen , but which were obvious , or soon became so , when once shown . He opened a new world of thought and enjoyment to Englishmen ; his work formed an epoch in the intellectual and moral history of the race . But for that very reason ...
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... seen or felt them , but where no one appears to have recognised that they had seen or felt them . He saw that the familiar scene of human life , —nature , as affecting human life and feeling , and man , as the fellow creature of nature ...
... seen or felt them , but where no one appears to have recognised that they had seen or felt them . He saw that the familiar scene of human life , —nature , as affecting human life and feeling , and man , as the fellow creature of nature ...
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... seen , and gave their countrymen capacities of perception and delight hardly yet granted to others . But as his mind grew , Nature , great as was her power , ' fell back into a second place , ' and became important to him chiefly as the ...
... seen , and gave their countrymen capacities of perception and delight hardly yet granted to others . But as his mind grew , Nature , great as was her power , ' fell back into a second place , ' and became important to him chiefly as the ...
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... seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just ...
... seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just ...
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... seen , The pride of all the vale : And then she sang ; -she would have been A very nightingale . Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . And , turning ...
... seen , The pride of all the vale : And then she sang ; -she would have been A very nightingale . Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . And , turning ...
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Página 280 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 363 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 405 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 411 - 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.
Página 278 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 281 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 331 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakened earth...
Página 407 - 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...
Página 407 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.