Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1883 |
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... Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland Milton • [ The World's Ravages ] The Throne of Death ] [ The Shock of Bereavement ] After - Thought Mutability · PAGE 82 82 83 83 · 84 84 85 85 86 86 87 87 88 Sir Henry Taylor 89 92 ...
... Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland Milton • [ The World's Ravages ] The Throne of Death ] [ The Shock of Bereavement ] After - Thought Mutability · PAGE 82 82 83 83 · 84 84 85 85 86 86 87 87 88 Sir Henry Taylor 89 92 ...
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... thought out in his poetry the speculations and sceptical moods of inquisitive and critical Germany . He was a poet , because the poetical gift and faculty had been so bestowed on him that he could not fail in one way or another to ...
... thought out in his poetry the speculations and sceptical moods of inquisitive and critical Germany . He was a poet , because the poetical gift and faculty had been so bestowed on him that he could not fail in one way or another to ...
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... thought and enjoyment to Englishmen ; his work formed an epoch in the intellectual and moral history of the race . But for that very reason he had , as Coleridge said , like all great artists , to create the taste by which he was to be ...
... thought and enjoyment to Englishmen ; his work formed an epoch in the intellectual and moral history of the race . But for that very reason he had , as Coleridge said , like all great artists , to create the taste by which he was to be ...
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... thoughts of his countrymen , and to teach them to discern in the humblest and most unexpected forms the presence of ... thought and imagination , - when this had been taken in , it was soon seen what an amazing view it opened of the new ...
... thoughts of his countrymen , and to teach them to discern in the humblest and most unexpected forms the presence of ... thought and imagination , - when this had been taken in , it was soon seen what an amazing view it opened of the new ...
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... thought and imagination see what he wants to see - there was the fire and energy and life of truth , stamping all his words , governing his music and his movement , his flow or his rush . There is always the aim , the scrupulous ...
... thought and imagination see what he wants to see - there was the fire and energy and life of truth , stamping all his words , governing his music and his movement , his flow or his rush . There is always the aim , the scrupulous ...
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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.