Journals of Dorothy WordsworthMacmillan and Company, limited, 1925 - 544 strán (strany) |
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Strana 26
... building , immense , without either grandeur or beauty ; built of brick , and with few windows . . . There are some ... buildings all seem solid and warm in themselves , but still they look cold from their nakedness of trees . They are ...
... building , immense , without either grandeur or beauty ; built of brick , and with few windows . . . There are some ... buildings all seem solid and warm in themselves , but still they look cold from their nakedness of trees . They are ...
Strana 27
... build- ings of this character are near the road which runs at different distances from the edge of the bank which rises from the river . This bank is generally steep , scattered over with trees which are either not of ancient growth ...
... build- ings of this character are near the road which runs at different distances from the edge of the bank which rises from the river . This bank is generally steep , scattered over with trees which are either not of ancient growth ...
Strana 35
... build a cottage there to end our days in . I went into her garden and got white and yellow lilies , periwinkle , etc. , which I planted . Sate under the trees with my work . Worked till between 7 and 8 , and then watered the garden . A ...
... build a cottage there to end our days in . I went into her garden and got white and yellow lilies , periwinkle , etc. , which I planted . Sate under the trees with my work . Worked till between 7 and 8 , and then watered the garden . A ...
Strana 74
... buildings , how quiet they were ! Poor Coleridge , Sara , and dear little Derwent here last year at this time . After tea we sate by the fire comfortably . I read aloud The Miller's Tale . Wrote to Coleridge . Wm . wrote part of the ...
... buildings , how quiet they were ! Poor Coleridge , Sara , and dear little Derwent here last year at this time . After tea we sate by the fire comfortably . I read aloud The Miller's Tale . Wrote to Coleridge . Wm . wrote part of the ...
Strana 102
... Building in the waters , among the dark and lofty hills , with that bright , soft light upon it , it made me more than half a poet . I was tired when I reached home , and could not sit down to reading . I tried to write verses , but ...
... Building in the waters , among the dark and lofty hills , with that bright , soft light upon it , it made me more than half a poet . I was tired when I reached home , and could not sit down to reading . I tried to write verses , but ...
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Strana 366 - Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Strana 365 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Strana 260 - I be loth to stir? I feel this place was made for her; To give new pleasure like the past, Continued long as life shall last. Nor am I...
Strana 366 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Strana 359 - What need of books? Burn all the statutes and their shelves : They stir us up against our kind ; And worse, against ourselves. We have a passion — make a law, Too false to guide us or control ! And for the law itself we fight In bitterness of soul. And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose Distinctions that are plain and few : These find I graven on my heart : That tells me what to do.
Strana 96 - The thought first came upon him as we were talking about the pleasure we both always feel at the sight of a Butterfly. I told him that I used to chase them a little but that I was afraid of brushing the dust off their wings, and did not catch them — He told me how they used to kill all the white ones when he went to school because they were frenchmen.
Strana 366 - 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.
Strana 163 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Strana 315 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them...
Strana 315 - And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the...