The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Bind 1Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... things as they are in themselves , and with fidelity to describe them , unmodified by any passion or feeling existing in the mind of the Describer : whether the things depicted be actually present to the senses , or have a place only in ...
... things as they are in themselves , and with fidelity to describe them , unmodified by any passion or feeling existing in the mind of the Describer : whether the things depicted be actually present to the senses , or have a place only in ...
Side xii
... days , the metrical Novel . Of this Class , the distinguishing mark is , that the Narrator , however liberally his speaking agents be introduced , is himself the source from which every thing primarily flows . Epic xii PREFACE .
... days , the metrical Novel . Of this Class , the distinguishing mark is , that the Narrator , however liberally his speaking agents be introduced , is himself the source from which every thing primarily flows . Epic xii PREFACE .
Side xiii
William Wordsworth. the source from which every thing primarily flows . Epic Poets , in order that their mode of composition may accord with the elevation of their subject , represent themselves as singing from the inspiration of the ...
William Wordsworth. the source from which every thing primarily flows . Epic Poets , in order that their mode of composition may accord with the elevation of their subject , represent themselves as singing from the inspiration of the ...
Side xvi
... the plan adopted , any thing material would be taken from the natural effect of the pieces , individually , on the mind of the unreflecting Reader . I trust there is a sufficient variety in each class to prevent xvi PREFACE .
... the plan adopted , any thing material would be taken from the natural effect of the pieces , individually , on the mind of the unreflecting Reader . I trust there is a sufficient variety in each class to prevent xvi PREFACE .
Side xxviii
... thing endued with sense , Like a Sea - beast crawled forth , which on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth , there to sun himself . Such seemed this Man ; not all alive or dead , Nor all asleep , in his extreme old age . Motionless as a ...
... thing endued with sense , Like a Sea - beast crawled forth , which on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth , there to sun himself . Such seemed this Man ; not all alive or dead , Nor all asleep , in his extreme old age . Motionless as a ...
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Alps art thou Babe beneath Benjamin Betty Betty Foy Bird bowers breast breath bright brook Brother CHARLES LAMB cheerful Child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage crag dear delight door dread Ennerdale eyes Fancy Father fear flowers Friend gale gleam glittering gone Grasmere grave green happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope horse hour Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lamb LEONARD light lived LONGEST DAY look Luke lyre mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er pain Paradise Lost pleasure Poems Poet poor porringer PRIEST rill rocks round RYDAL MOUNT shade Shepherd side sight silent sleep smiles snow song soul sound spirit star steep summer Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas Twill vale voice Waggon waterfall ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood Youth
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Side 168 - 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.
Side xxviii - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Side 22 - Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Side 42 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round ! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep.
Side 255 - With others round them, earnest all and blithe, Would Michael exercise his heart with looks Of fond correction and reproof bestowed Upon the Child, if he disturbed the sheep By catching at their legs, or with his shouts Scared them, while they lay still beneath the shears.
Side 16 - That, Father ! will I gladly do : 'Tis scarcely afternoon — The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon...
Side 350 - But the Kitten, how she starts, Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts! First at one, and then its fellow Just as light and just as yellow; There are many now — now one — Now they stop and there are none.
Side 268 - He at the building of this Sheepfold wrought, And left the work unfinished when he died. Three years, or little more, did Isabel Survive her Husband: at her death the estate Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand. The Cottage which was named the EVENING STAR...
Side 324 - THE GREEN LINNET. BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together.
Side 252 - Sat round the basket piled with oaten cakes, And their plain home-made cheese. Yet when the meal Was ended, Luke (for so the son was named) And his old father both betook themselves To such convenient work as might employ Their hands by the fireside ; perhaps to card...