Wordsworth: A Biographic Æsthetic StudyLee and Shepard, 1878 - 232 Seiten |
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... sun . The complicated Spenserian stanza , invented for the fanciful " Fairy Queen , " is too highly wrought to be the medium of such a story , the narrative of which runs at times near the level of prose . The 58 WORDSWORTH .
... sun . The complicated Spenserian stanza , invented for the fanciful " Fairy Queen , " is too highly wrought to be the medium of such a story , the narrative of which runs at times near the level of prose . The 58 WORDSWORTH .
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... stanza , laid bare close resem- blances between lines and phrases of Gray and passages in a host of poets of the past , from Dante to Pope . And in poets of the calibre of Gray , or even of higher name , who have 5 COLERIDGE . 65.
... stanza , laid bare close resem- blances between lines and phrases of Gray and passages in a host of poets of the past , from Dante to Pope . And in poets of the calibre of Gray , or even of higher name , who have 5 COLERIDGE . 65.
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... stanza or a line about the Brocken . Poetry the poet makes of what he has seen and felt and stored away , not of what he sees . Things wrought into images in his brain , not images painted on his outward eye , are his material . So much ...
... stanza or a line about the Brocken . Poetry the poet makes of what he has seen and felt and stored away , not of what he sees . Things wrought into images in his brain , not images painted on his outward eye , are his material . So much ...
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... stanza : " One lesson , Shepherd , let us two divide , Taught both by what she shows , and what conceals : Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels . " The cottage in which , at the end of ...
... stanza : " One lesson , Shepherd , let us two divide , Taught both by what she shows , and what conceals : Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels . " The cottage in which , at the end of ...
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... stanza about Chat- terton and Burns : " I thought of Chatterton , the marvelous boy , The sleepless soul that perished in his pride ; Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plow , along the mountain - side : By our own ...
... stanza about Chat- terton and Burns : " I thought of Chatterton , the marvelous boy , The sleepless soul that perished in his pride ; Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plow , along the mountain - side : By our own ...
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admiration Alfoxden beautiful blessed brother called CALVERT Cambridge Christopher Wordsworth Coleridge Convention of Cintra cordial creative critical dear deep delight divine Dorothy doth Earl of Lonsdale earth England English Excursion faculties feeling felt fresh genius gift give Goethe Goethe's Goslar Grasmere happy hath Hawkshead hear heart heavens Henry Crabb Robinson honor hope human imagination intellect JOHN WORDSWORTH Julius Cæsar Keswick lake Lamb letter light lines live look Lyrical Ballads Mary meditative ment mental Milton mind mood moral mountains nature ness never passage passions poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prelude Ratzeburg reader Rydal RYLSTONE says sensibility Shakespeare Sir George sister sonnet sorrow soul sound speak Spenser spirit stanza sympathy thee thence things thou thought tion truth verse volume walked warm William William Wordsworth Words Wordsworth writes worth written wrote wrought young youth
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Seite 87 - A countenance in which did meet 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.
Seite 185 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...
Seite 87 - 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 A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 210 - 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; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Seite 110 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every Man in arms should wish to be ? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought...
Seite 78 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Seite 207 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Seite 179 - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Seite 133 - Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee; she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on...
Seite 19 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky...