PoemsGinn, 1897 - 522 páginas |
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... round by those white clouds , enormous clouds , Still deepens its unfathomable depth . Wordsworth's ear was sensitive in the highest degree to all the wandering voices and homeless sounds of nature ; but , while the processes of his ...
... round by those white clouds , enormous clouds , Still deepens its unfathomable depth . Wordsworth's ear was sensitive in the highest degree to all the wandering voices and homeless sounds of nature ; but , while the processes of his ...
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... " the " broad green wave " that flashed images round Leonard as he sailed under a cloudless sky , becomes a " broad 1 " The Academy , " Dec. 2 , 1893 . blue wave . The " cowslip - gathering at May's INTRODUCTION . lxxxix.
... " the " broad green wave " that flashed images round Leonard as he sailed under a cloudless sky , becomes a " broad 1 " The Academy , " Dec. 2 , 1893 . blue wave . The " cowslip - gathering at May's INTRODUCTION . lxxxix.
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... rounded him , and taken all into a heart that can understand and enjoy . ' " The topographical study of Wordsworth's poetry , the identification of precise localities , is a matter of curiosity , which has an interest of its own , and ...
... rounded him , and taken all into a heart that can understand and enjoy . ' " The topographical study of Wordsworth's poetry , the identification of precise localities , is a matter of curiosity , which has an interest of its own , and ...
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... round my face , And ever with me as I paced along . Upon that open moorland stood a grove , The wished - for port to which my course was bound . Thither I came , and there , amid the gloom Spread by a brotherhood of lofty elms ...
... round my face , And ever with me as I paced along . Upon that open moorland stood a grove , The wished - for port to which my course was bound . Thither I came , and there , amid the gloom Spread by a brotherhood of lofty elms ...
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... round Upon that tranquil Ruin , I returned , And begged of the old Man that , for my sake , He would resume his story . ee He replied , It were a wantonness , and would demand Severe reproof , if we were men whose hearts Could hold vain ...
... round Upon that tranquil Ruin , I returned , And begged of the old Man that , for my sake , He would resume his story . ee He replied , It were a wantonness , and would demand Severe reproof , if we were men whose hearts Could hold vain ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 52 - 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.
Página 321 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 182 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 54 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 201 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Página 221 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng; The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Página 176 - No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Página 226 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 223 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' humorous stage With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation.
Página 45 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: 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, With tranquil restoration...