The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 4Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1905 |
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... heard of among men- The external world is fitted to the mind ; And the creation ( by no lower name Can it be called ) which they with blended might Accomplish : -this is our high argument . ' Wordsworth's poetry and his idea of the ...
... heard of among men- The external world is fitted to the mind ; And the creation ( by no lower name Can it be called ) which they with blended might Accomplish : -this is our high argument . ' Wordsworth's poetry and his idea of the ...
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... heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the ...
... heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird . ' Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending , a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide , And a river flows on through the ...
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... many years Of absence , these steep woods and lofty cliffs , And this green pastoral landscape , were to me More dear , both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING , I heard a thousand 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... many years Of absence , these steep woods and lofty cliffs , And this green pastoral landscape , were to me More dear , both for themselves and for thy sake ! LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING , I heard a thousand 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... heard a thousand blended notes , While in a grove I sat reclined , In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my ...
... heard a thousand blended notes , While in a grove I sat reclined , In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my ...
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... heard of Lucy Gray : And , when I crossed the wild , I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child . No mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , -The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may ...
... heard of Lucy Gray : And , when I crossed the wild , I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child . No mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , -The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may ...
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Сторінка 15 - 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 55 - 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.
Сторінка 678 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Сторінка 403 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Сторінка 454 - LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been, Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told, That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared...
Сторінка 52 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy ; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And even with something...
Сторінка 51 - 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; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with...
Сторінка 597 - Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight...
Сторінка 54 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings;...
Сторінка 54 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity...