Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volumen 3Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... distress Seem undisturbed to reign- May faint because we feel alone , With none to strike our favourite tone , And join our homeward strain . " Yet , often in the bleakest wild Of this CHRISTOPHER AMONG THE MOUNTAINS . 17.
... distress Seem undisturbed to reign- May faint because we feel alone , With none to strike our favourite tone , And join our homeward strain . " Yet , often in the bleakest wild Of this CHRISTOPHER AMONG THE MOUNTAINS . 17.
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... feel , as the pedlar did , that they are beau- tiful creatures , and that ' tis a sin , between finger and thumb , to compress their mealy wings . The household dog we do , indeed , dearly love , though , when old Surly looks suspicious ...
... feel , as the pedlar did , that they are beau- tiful creatures , and that ' tis a sin , between finger and thumb , to compress their mealy wings . The household dog we do , indeed , dearly love , though , when old Surly looks suspicious ...
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... feeling of his soul Strengthened and braced , by breathing in content The keen , the wholesome air of poverty , And drinking from the well of homely life . " You have read , our bright , bold neophyte , for we cut the squire , the song ...
... feeling of his soul Strengthened and braced , by breathing in content The keen , the wholesome air of poverty , And drinking from the well of homely life . " You have read , our bright , bold neophyte , for we cut the squire , the song ...
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... feeling that he was " one of God Almighty's gentlemen , " belonging to the " aristocracy of Nature . " Look then on the PEDLAR - and be grateful to Words . worth " From his native hills He wandered far ; much did he see of men , Their ...
... feeling that he was " one of God Almighty's gentlemen , " belonging to the " aristocracy of Nature . " Look then on the PEDLAR - and be grateful to Words . worth " From his native hills He wandered far ; much did he see of men , Their ...
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... feel at once fettered and free . In time we wear our fetters , and heavy though they be , and painfully rivetted on , seldom do we welcome death coming to strike them off - but groan at sight of the executioner . In eternity we believe ...
... feel at once fettered and free . In time we wear our fetters , and heavy though they be , and painfully rivetted on , seldom do we welcome death coming to strike them off - but groan at sight of the executioner . In eternity we believe ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adam Morrison Ambleside beautiful beneath bird Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Blackwood's Magazine blessing blue bosom Braes breath breeches bright cheerful child Christopher North clouds Cockney cottage creatures cushat dead dear death delight divine dream eagle earth embue Eusebius eyes face father fear feel feet flowers forest funeral Furness Fells gaze genius gentle glen Golden Eagle grave green hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hills hour human imagination lake light living Logan look mind moral morning mother MOUNT PLEASANT mountains Musidora Naiad nature never night once passion pleasure poet poetry racter rocks round Rydalmere Sabbath Scotland seems seen shadow silence smile song soul spirit spring stars sugh sunshine sweet Tarn tears thee thing thou thought trees vale voice wild Windermere wings wonder woods words Wordsworth youth
Pasajes populares
Página 49 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 341 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Página 45 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Página 48 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest noW.
Página 45 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Página 44 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Página 43 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Página 334 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 335 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Página 46 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.