Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1880 - 325 עמודים |
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עמוד v
... never , either before or since , been so accepted and popular , so established in possession of the minds of all who profess to care for poetry , as he was between the years 1830 and 1840 , and at Cambridge . From the very first , no ...
... never , either before or since , been so accepted and popular , so established in possession of the minds of all who profess to care for poetry , as he was between the years 1830 and 1840 , and at Cambridge . From the very first , no ...
עמוד vi
... never quite thoroughly perhaps his , he gradually lost more and more , and Mr. Tennyson gained them . Mr. Tennyson drew to himself , and away from Wordsworth , the poetry - reading public , and the new generations . Even in 1850 , when ...
... never quite thoroughly perhaps his , he gradually lost more and more , and Mr. Tennyson gained them . Mr. Tennyson drew to himself , and away from Wordsworth , the poetry - reading public , and the new generations . Even in 1850 , when ...
עמוד vii
... never have thought of talking of glory as that which , after all , has the best chance of not being altogether vanity . Yet we may well allow that few things are less vain than real glory . Let us conceive of the whole group of ...
... never have thought of talking of glory as that which , after all , has the best chance of not being altogether vanity . Yet we may well allow that few things are less vain than real glory . Let us conceive of the whole group of ...
עמוד xiii
... never produce their due effect until they are freed from their present artificial arrangement , and grouped more naturally . Disengaged from the quantity of inferior work which now obscures them , the best poems of Wordsworth , I hear ...
... never produce their due effect until they are freed from their present artificial arrangement , and grouped more naturally . Disengaged from the quantity of inferior work which now obscures them , the best poems of Wordsworth , I hear ...
עמוד xvii
... never got farther . There may be induce- ments to this or that one of us , at this or that moment , to find delight in him , to cleave to him ; but after all , we do not change the truth about him , - -we only stay ourselves in his inn ...
... never got farther . There may be induce- ments to this or that one of us , at this or that moment , to find delight in him , to cleave to him ; but after all , we do not change the truth about him , - -we only stay ourselves in his inn ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
beauty behold beneath Bird blessed bower breath bright Busk calm cheerful Child churchyard clouds Cottage dead dear delight dost doth drawn thread dream earth Ennerdale fair fear feel fields flowers Friend Furness Fells gentle glad glory Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heroic arts hills honoured Land hope hour human human weight Kilve Leonard live lofty lonely look Luke mind Molière morning mortal mountain Nature Nature's never o'er passed peace pleasure poems poet poetry praise PRIEST pure song rays Workman rocks round sate seemed shade Shepherd sigh sight silent sing Skiddaw song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thoughts Trajan trees truth Twill vale voice Voltaire wager house wander waters wind Wordsworth Wordsworthian Yarrow Ye Men youth
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.