Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volume 3W. & R. Chambers, 1903 |
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... heard among the solitary hills Low breathings coming after me , and sounds Of undistinguishable motion , steps Almost as silent as the turf they trod . In October 1787 Wordsworth went up to St John's College , Cambridge . The change of ...
... heard among the solitary hills Low breathings coming after me , and sounds Of undistinguishable motion , steps Almost as silent as the turf they trod . In October 1787 Wordsworth went up to St John's College , Cambridge . The change of ...
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... heard , ' Good - morrow , Citizen ! ' a hollow word , As if a dead man spake it ! Yet despair Touches me not , though pensive as a bird Whose vernal coverts winter hath laid bare . In 1790 Wordsworth confesses that he was as yet hardly ...
... heard , ' Good - morrow , Citizen ! ' a hollow word , As if a dead man spake it ! Yet despair Touches me not , though pensive as a bird Whose vernal coverts winter hath laid bare . In 1790 Wordsworth confesses that he was as yet hardly ...
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... heard the woods and distant waters roar ; Or heard them not , as happy as a boy : The pleasant season did my heart employ : My old remembrances went from me wholly ; And all the ways of men , so vain and melancholy . But , as it ...
... heard the woods and distant waters roar ; Or heard them not , as happy as a boy : The pleasant season did my heart employ : My old remembrances went from me wholly ; And all the ways of men , so vain and melancholy . But , as it ...
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... heard ; nor word from word could I divide ; And the whole body of the Man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream ; Or like a man from some far region sent , To give me human strength , by apt admonishment . My former thoughts ...
... heard ; nor word from word could I divide ; And the whole body of the Man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream ; Or like a man from some far region sent , To give me human strength , by apt admonishment . My former thoughts ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical ..., Volume 3 Robert Chambers,David Patrick Visualização integral - 1903 |
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Página 428 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Página 25 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 105 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Página 139 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 145 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Página 104 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora...
Página 116 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 67 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Página 104 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 17 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.