Estimations in Criticism, Volumen1A. Melrose, 1908 |
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... Wordsworth . When Hartley was six years old , he addressed to him these verses , perhaps the best ever written on a real and visible child : - ' O thou whose fancies from afar are brought ; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel ...
... Wordsworth . When Hartley was six years old , he addressed to him these verses , perhaps the best ever written on a real and visible child : - ' O thou whose fancies from afar are brought ; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel ...
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... Wordsworth , Lloyd , Wilson , and De Quincey , and again , by homely familiarity with town's folk and country folk , of every degree ; lastly , by daily recurring hours of solitude , -by lonely wanderings with the murmur of the Brathay ...
... Wordsworth , Lloyd , Wilson , and De Quincey , and again , by homely familiarity with town's folk and country folk , of every degree ; lastly , by daily recurring hours of solitude , -by lonely wanderings with the murmur of the Brathay ...
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... Wordsworth used to say , that at a particular stage of his mental progress he used to be frequently so wrapt into an unreal transcendental world of ideas , that the external world seemed no longer to exist in relation to him , and he ...
... Wordsworth used to say , that at a particular stage of his mental progress he used to be frequently so wrapt into an unreal transcendental world of ideas , that the external world seemed no longer to exist in relation to him , and he ...
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... Wordsworth , some talking to undergraduate readers or Lake ladies , great loneliness , and much intercourse with the farmers of Cumberland - these pleasures , simple enough , most of them , were his life . The extreme pleasure of the ...
... Wordsworth , some talking to undergraduate readers or Lake ladies , great loneliness , and much intercourse with the farmers of Cumberland - these pleasures , simple enough , most of them , were his life . The extreme pleasure of the ...
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... Wordsworth planted , the Rotha with its big silent pools passing by . ' It was a shining January day when Hartley was borne to the grave . Keep the ground for us , ' said Mr. Wordsworth to the sexton ; we are old [ people ] , and it ...
... Wordsworth planted , the Rotha with its big silent pools passing by . ' It was a shining January day when Hartley was borne to the grave . Keep the ground for us , ' said Mr. Wordsworth to the sexton ; we are old [ people ] , and it ...
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Página 144 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 36 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: 319 While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Página 144 - Poetry is not like reasoning, a power to be exerted according to the determination of the will. A man cannot say, " I will compose poetry." The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness...
Página 237 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Página 271 - And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking:
Página 273 - Beside," quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, "Our business was done at the river's brink; We saw with our eyes the vermin sink, And what's dead can't come to life, I think. So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something...
Página 195 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Página 27 - Standing on Earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days...
Página 45 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 36 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.