Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1880 - 325 עמודים |
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עמוד ix
... look at . The writer is praising Shakspeare's prose . With Shak- speare , he says , prose comes in whenever the subject , being more familiar , is unsuited to the majestic English iambic . " And he goes on : " Shakspeare is the king of ...
... look at . The writer is praising Shakspeare's prose . With Shak- speare , he says , prose comes in whenever the subject , being more familiar , is unsuited to the majestic English iambic . " And he goes on : " Shakspeare is the king of ...
עמוד xii
... look beyond them ; but in a collection of short pieces the im- pression made by one piece requires to be continued and sustained by the piece following . In reading Wordsworth the impression made by one of his fine pieces is too often ...
... look beyond them ; but in a collection of short pieces the im- pression made by one piece requires to be continued and sustained by the piece following . In reading Wordsworth the impression made by one of his fine pieces is too often ...
עמוד xviii
... look in vain . Where , then , is Wordsworth's superiority ? It is here ; he deals with more of life than they do ; he deals with life , as a whole , more powerfully . No Wordsworthian will doubt this . Nay , the fervent Wordsworthian ...
... look in vain . Where , then , is Wordsworth's superiority ? It is here ; he deals with more of life than they do ; he deals with life , as a whole , more powerfully . No Wordsworthian will doubt this . Nay , the fervent Wordsworthian ...
עמוד 11
... Look here ! " I saw it in the wheel entangled , A weather - beaten rag as e'er From any garden scare - crow dangled . There , twisted between nave and spoke , It hung , nor could at once be freed ; But our joint pains unloosed the cloak ...
... Look here ! " I saw it in the wheel entangled , A weather - beaten rag as e'er From any garden scare - crow dangled . There , twisted between nave and spoke , It hung , nor could at once be freed ; But our joint pains unloosed the cloak ...
עמוד 14
... look so green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou needest not dread the raven in ...
... look so green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou needest not dread the raven in ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 194 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
עמוד 5 - I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
עמוד 200 - 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; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
עמוד 200 - 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...
עמוד 245 - 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.
עמוד 193 - Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
עמוד 207 - Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For...
עמוד 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
עמוד 182 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
עמוד 4 - You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ? I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be ? Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.