Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volume 3Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... beautiful of mornings ! for having overslept the assignation hour , and allowed thee to remain all by thyself in the solitude , wondering why thy wor- shipper could prefer to thy presence the fairest phantoms that ever visited a dream ...
... beautiful of mornings ! for having overslept the assignation hour , and allowed thee to remain all by thyself in the solitude , wondering why thy wor- shipper could prefer to thy presence the fairest phantoms that ever visited a dream ...
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... beautiful - we wrote some ourselves many years ago on the same incident - but not nearly so good as these- and they have utterly faded from our memory - all but some broken images - two or three lines - and here and there a few floating ...
... beautiful - we wrote some ourselves many years ago on the same incident - but not nearly so good as these- and they have utterly faded from our memory - all but some broken images - two or three lines - and here and there a few floating ...
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... beautiful On the green turf , with his imperial front Shaggy and bold , and wreathed horns superb , The breathing creature stood ; as beautiful . Beneath him , showed his shadowy counterpart ; Each had his glowing mountains , each his ...
... beautiful On the green turf , with his imperial front Shaggy and bold , and wreathed horns superb , The breathing creature stood ; as beautiful . Beneath him , showed his shadowy counterpart ; Each had his glowing mountains , each his ...
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... beautiful - your solemn altitude suits the sunny season , and the peaceful sky . But when the thunder at mid - day would hide your heads in a night of clouds , you thrust them through the blackness , and show them to the glens , crowned ...
... beautiful - your solemn altitude suits the sunny season , and the peaceful sky . But when the thunder at mid - day would hide your heads in a night of clouds , you thrust them through the blackness , and show them to the glens , crowned ...
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... beautiful language of the Revelation ! Or turn to that glorious passage in the Excursion- but the mountains all wear an unusual hush , and we shall give it utterance to glorify the gloom . " Such was the boy - but for the growing youth ...
... beautiful language of the Revelation ! Or turn to that glorious passage in the Excursion- but the mountains all wear an unusual hush , and we shall give it utterance to glorify the gloom . " Such was the boy - but for the growing youth ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam Morrison Ambleside beautiful beneath bird Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Blackwood's Magazine blessing blue bosom Braes breath breeches bright cheerful child Christopher North clouds Cockney cottage creatures cushat dead dear death delight divine dream eagle earth embue Eusebius eyes face father fear feel feet flowers forest funeral Furness Fells gaze genius gentle glen Golden Eagle grave green hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hills hour human imagination lake light living Logan look mind moral morning mother MOUNT PLEASANT mountains Musidora Naiad nature never night once passion pleasure poet poetry racter rocks round Rydalmere Sabbath Scotland seems seen shadow silence smile song soul spirit spring stars sugh sunshine sweet Tarn tears thee thing thou thought trees vale voice wild Windermere wings wonder woods words Wordsworth youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 49 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 341 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Página 45 - What then I was. 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...
Página 48 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest noW.
Página 45 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Página 44 - 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...
Página 43 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Página 334 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 335 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Página 46 - 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.