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Page viii
... comes a candid friend , and remarks that our upper class is materialised , our middle class vulgarised , and our lower class brutalised . We are proud of our painting , our music . But we find that in the judgment of other people our ...
... comes a candid friend , and remarks that our upper class is materialised , our middle class vulgarised , and our lower class brutalised . We are proud of our painting , our music . But we find that in the judgment of other people our ...
Page ix
... comes in whenever the subject , being more familiar , is unsuited to the majestic English iambic . " And he goes on : " Shakspeare is the king of poetic rhythm and style , as well as the king of the realm of thought ; along with his ...
... comes in whenever the subject , being more familiar , is unsuited to the majestic English iambic . " And he goes on : " Shakspeare is the king of poetic rhythm and style , as well as the king of the realm of thought ; along with his ...
Page x
... comes at last , the definitive glory rests where it is deserved . Every establishment of such a real glory is good and wholesome for mankind at large , good and wholesome for the nation which produced the poet crowned with it . To the ...
... comes at last , the definitive glory rests where it is deserved . Every establishment of such a real glory is good and wholesome for mankind at large , good and wholesome for the nation which produced the poet crowned with it . To the ...
Page xv
... comes under it . " Nor love thy life , nor hate ; but , what thou liv'st , Live well ; how long or short , permit to heaven . In those fine lines , Milton utters , as every one at once perceives , a moral idea . Yes , but so too , when ...
... comes under it . " Nor love thy life , nor hate ; but , what thou liv'st , Live well ; how long or short , permit to heaven . In those fine lines , Milton utters , as every one at once perceives , a moral idea . Yes , but so too , when ...
Page xvii
... come across a poet like Théophile Gautier , we have a poet who has taken up his abode at an inn , and 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 ...
... come across a poet like Théophile Gautier , we have a poet who has taken up his abode at an inn , and 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 ...
Common terms and phrases
Ambleside art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheer clouds Cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream earth F. T. PALGRAVE fair fancy fear feel flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Friend gentle Glaramara glory golden perch Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human Kilve live lofty lonely look mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur Nature Nature's never o'er pass passion peace pleasure POEMS poet poetry praise quiet RIVER DUDDON rock round season shade sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS sing SIR NOEL PATON Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Mary's Abbey stars streams summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees truth Vale voice wander wild wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Popular passages
Page 192 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 214 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 196 - 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 ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Page 3 - Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They...
Page 198 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page xxxi - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Page xv - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Page 190 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Page 179 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Page 135 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.