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... gone to attend chapel decorously during the very acme of his ele- vation ' . With each recurring vacation we find him indulging his favourite passion of rambling . The hills and moun- tains were to him not mere places where to breathe a ...
... gone to attend chapel decorously during the very acme of his ele- vation ' . With each recurring vacation we find him indulging his favourite passion of rambling . The hills and moun- tains were to him not mere places where to breathe a ...
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... cheese ought to have stood ! Cruel mendicant ! and though the brandy was clean gone , yet its place was well , if not better , supplied by a superabundance of fine sparkling Castalian champagne ! A happy thought at this 24 POETS AS GROOMS .
... cheese ought to have stood ! Cruel mendicant ! and though the brandy was clean gone , yet its place was well , if not better , supplied by a superabundance of fine sparkling Castalian champagne ! A happy thought at this 24 POETS AS GROOMS .
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... cheese ought to have stood ! Cruel mendicant ! and though the brandy was clean gone , yet its place was well , if not better , supplied by a superabundance of ― fine sparkling Castalian champagne ! A happy thought at 24 POETS AS GROOMS .
... cheese ought to have stood ! Cruel mendicant ! and though the brandy was clean gone , yet its place was well , if not better , supplied by a superabundance of ― fine sparkling Castalian champagne ! A happy thought at 24 POETS AS GROOMS .
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... gone days , as a small way - side inn . ' There where the Dove and Olive Bough Once hung , a poet harbours now , A simple water - drinking bard ' . Here , in addition to the constant companionship of his sister , he enjoyed , for a ...
... gone days , as a small way - side inn . ' There where the Dove and Olive Bough Once hung , a poet harbours now , A simple water - drinking bard ' . Here , in addition to the constant companionship of his sister , he enjoyed , for a ...
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... gone to rest , his sorrowing widow had just laid their second son , Wallace , beside him . Filled with painful and melancholy reflections , Wordsworth com- posed some tender and appreciative lines , from which we quote a few stanzas ...
... gone to rest , his sorrowing widow had just laid their second son , Wallace , beside him . Filled with painful and melancholy reflections , Wordsworth com- posed some tender and appreciative lines , from which we quote a few stanzas ...
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Página 340 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence...
Página 345 - Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May!
Página 318 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 346 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. 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 346 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 339 - 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.
Página 345 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers...
Página 27 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Página 124 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Página 345 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!