Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, 3. kötetCarey and Hart, 1842 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 33 találatból.
10. oldal
... happy hauntings - and age is almost gladdened into illusion of returning youth . ' Tis a lovely little glen as in all the Highlands — yet we know not that a painter would see in it the subject of a picture - for the sprinklings of young ...
... happy hauntings - and age is almost gladdened into illusion of returning youth . ' Tis a lovely little glen as in all the Highlands — yet we know not that a painter would see in it the subject of a picture - for the sprinklings of young ...
14. oldal
... happy to see it in solitary places . It is adapted for perusal on week - days as well as Sabbath — for there is a permitted difference in the rest that the labourer enjoys after work from that which ought to pervade all the hours of the ...
... happy to see it in solitary places . It is adapted for perusal on week - days as well as Sabbath — for there is a permitted difference in the rest that the labourer enjoys after work from that which ought to pervade all the hours of the ...
20. oldal
... happy chance we saw A twofold image ; on a grassy bank A snow - white ram , and in the crystal flood Another and the same ! Most beautiful On the green turf , with his imperial front Shaggy and bold , and wreathed horns superb , The ...
... happy chance we saw A twofold image ; on a grassy bank A snow - white ram , and in the crystal flood Another and the same ! Most beautiful On the green turf , with his imperial front Shaggy and bold , and wreathed horns superb , The ...
28. oldal
... Happy day and happy hour , When our shepherd in his power , Mounted , mailed , with lance and sword , To his ancestors restored , Like a re - appearing star , Like a glory from afar , First shall head the flock of war ? " No - his ...
... Happy day and happy hour , When our shepherd in his power , Mounted , mailed , with lance and sword , To his ancestors restored , Like a re - appearing star , Like a glory from afar , First shall head the flock of war ? " No - his ...
32. oldal
... Happy , and quiet in his cheerfulness , He had no painful pressure from without , That made him turn aside from wretchedness , With coward fears . He could afford to suffer With those whom he saw suffer . Hence it came That in our best ...
... Happy , and quiet in his cheerfulness , He had no painful pressure from without , That made him turn aside from wretchedness , With coward fears . He could afford to suffer With those whom he saw suffer . Hence it came That in our best ...
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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
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49. oldal - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
341. oldal - 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...
45. oldal - 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...
48. oldal - 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.
45. oldal - 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.
44. oldal - 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...
43. oldal - 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.
334. oldal - 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.
335. oldal - 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.
46. oldal - 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.