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Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Letters of the Wordsworth Family from 1787 to 1855, Zväzok 1 William Wordsworth Úplné zobrazenie - 1907 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
Adieu affectionate friend afraid Ambleside arrived Beaumont My dear beautiful believe bird-lime brother Clarkson My dear Coleorton Coleridge Coleridge's comfort Convention of Cintra cottage dear Friend dear Lady Beaumont dear Sir George delightful Dorothy Wordsworth evergreen expect feel FORNCETT give glad Grasmere happy hear heard holly hope Keswick kind labour lake Leicestershire live London look Lyrical Ballads Malta mean mentioned mind Miss Hutchinson morning never object Patterdale Penrith persons plants pleased pleasure poem poet poetical Postmark present Quincey received remember Rylstone seen sent Sir George Beaumont Sir George's sister Southey speak spirit summer tell thank things Thomas De Quincey thought tion trees Ullswater vale verses walk week whole William Wordsworth winter garden wish Wordsworth to Jane Wordsworth to Lady Wordsworth to Sir Wordsworth to Thomas write written wrote wych elm
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Strana 328 - 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!
Strana 527 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Strana 168 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Strana 304 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale. She all night long her amorous descant sung : Silence was pleased. Now...
Strana viii - Trouble not yourself upon their present reception : of what moment is that, compared with what I trust is their destiny ? .—to console the afflicted; to add sunshine to daylight, by making the happy happier; to teach the young and the gracious of every age to see, to think, and feel, and therefore to become more actively and securely virtuous—this is their office, which I trust they will faithfully perform, long after we (that is, all that is mortal of us) are mouldered in our graves.
Strana 14 - At the Lake of Como, my mind ran through a thousand dreams of happiness, which might be enjoyed upon its banks, if heightened by conversation and the exercise of the social affections. Among the more awful scenes of the Alps I had not a thought of man, or a single created being; my whole soul was turned to Him who produced the terrible majesty before me.
Strana viii - It is an awful truth, that there neither is, nor can be, any genuine enjoyment of Poetry among nineteen out of twenty of those persons who live, or wish to live, in the broad light of the world — among those who either are, or are striving to make themselves, people of consideration in society.
Strana 374 - ... victims," as Mr. Crabbe calls them, in the manner he has chosen to describe. After all, if the picture were true to nature, what claim would it have to be called poetry ? At the best, it is the meanest kind of satire, except the merely personal. The sum of all is, that nineteen out of twenty of Crabbe's pictures are mere matters of fact, with which the Muses have just about as much to do as they have with a collection of medical reports or of law cases.
Strana 180 - I had had but little connection; and the act was done entirely from a confidence on his part that I had powers and attainments which might be of use to mankind.
Strana 216 - Like tidings to King Henry came Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Was slain in Chevy-Chace. Now God be with him...
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