Text-book of Poetry: From Wordsworth, Coleridge, Burns, Beattie, Goldsmith, and Thomson. With Sketches of the Authors' Lives, Notes, and Glossaries. For Use in Schools and ClassesGinn Brothers, 1875 - 694 sider |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 51
Side v
... smoothly together under a common spirit , and to a common purpose ; so that a right study of any one will serve to sharpen the student's relish and deepen his enjoyment of all the others . As to what is here done in the way of notes and ...
... smoothly together under a common spirit , and to a common purpose ; so that a right study of any one will serve to sharpen the student's relish and deepen his enjoyment of all the others . As to what is here done in the way of notes and ...
Side 17
... smooth was all within , air - proof , And delicately lined : And hearth was there , and maple dish , And cups in seemly rows , And couch , -all ready to a wish For nurture or repose ; And Heaven doth to her virtue grant That here she ...
... smooth was all within , air - proof , And delicately lined : And hearth was there , and maple dish , And cups in seemly rows , And couch , -all ready to a wish For nurture or repose ; And Heaven doth to her virtue grant That here she ...
Side 52
... smooth stone That overlays the pile ; and from a bag All white with flour , the dole of village dames , He drew his scraps and fragments , one by one ; And scann'd them with a fix'd and serious look Of idle computation . In the sun ...
... smooth stone That overlays the pile ; and from a bag All white with flour , the dole of village dames , He drew his scraps and fragments , one by one ; And scann'd them with a fix'd and serious look Of idle computation . In the sun ...
Side 57
... smooth years did he thrive on his farm : The Genius of plenty preserved him from harm : At length , what to most is a season of sorrow , His means are run out , — he must beg , or must borrow . 57 To the neighbours he went , - all were ...
... smooth years did he thrive on his farm : The Genius of plenty preserved him from harm : At length , what to most is a season of sorrow , His means are run out , — he must beg , or must borrow . 57 To the neighbours he went , - all were ...
Side 65
... Smooth fields , white sheets of water , and pure sky ; I've thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ; and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first utter'd from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry ...
... Smooth fields , white sheets of water , and pure sky ; I've thought of all by turns , and yet do lie Sleepless ; and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first utter'd from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry ...
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
Alfoxden appear'd art thou aught beauty behold beneath blest breast breath bright Busk calm Charles Lamb cheer child clouds cottage dark dear deep delight divine doth dream Earth fair faith fancy fear feel fix'd flowers frae gentle grace Grasmere grave green grove happy hath Hawkshead hear heard heart Heaven hills holy hope hour human light live lonely look look'd mind morning mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pass'd passion peace Peter Bell pleasure poem poet praise rapture rill Rob Roy rocks round Scotland seem'd shade sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile smooth soft song SONNETS sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet tears tender thee things thou thought trees truth turn'd twas vale vex'd voice Wanderer whyles wild wind woods words Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Populære passager
Side 93 - 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 : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Side 245 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Side 161 - No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Side 522 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 135 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company...
Side 79 - 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! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Side 94 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our...
Side 250 - Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. 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.
Side 246 - 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.
Side 129 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.