Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D. C. L.E. Moxon, 1851 |
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... turning to the right , we come to some stone steps leading down the slope ; and to the right , engraven on the rock , is the following inscription , allusive to the character of the descent : - " Would'st thou be gathered to Christ's ...
... turning to the right , we come to some stone steps leading down the slope ; and to the right , engraven on the rock , is the following inscription , allusive to the character of the descent : - " Would'st thou be gathered to Christ's ...
Strana 59
... turn of this charming path , where every new picture was pur- chased by the loss of another which we should never have been tired of gazing upon . The shores of the lake consist of steeps covered with large , sweeping woods of chestnut ...
... turn of this charming path , where every new picture was pur- chased by the loss of another which we should never have been tired of gazing upon . The shores of the lake consist of steeps covered with large , sweeping woods of chestnut ...
Strana 83
... turn for a moment to France . " Robespierre , " Wordsworth ' , says 66 was one of the vainest of men ; and from this passion , and from that cowardice which naturally connects itself with it , flowed the horrors of his administration ...
... turn for a moment to France . " Robespierre , " Wordsworth ' , says 66 was one of the vainest of men ; and from this passion , and from that cowardice which naturally connects itself with it , flowed the horrors of his administration ...
Strana 85
... turns to domestic matters : " You would pro- bably see that my brother has been honoured with two college declamation prizes . This goes towards a fellowship , which I hope he will obtain , and am sure he will merit . He is a lad of ...
... turns to domestic matters : " You would pro- bably see that my brother has been honoured with two college declamation prizes . This goes towards a fellowship , which I hope he will obtain , and am sure he will merit . He is a lad of ...
Strana 92
... turning pale , refrain From further havoc , but repent in vain , — Good aims lie down , and perish in the road Where guilt had urged them on with ceaseless goad , 1 Vol . iv . p . 259 , 260 . Proofs thickening round her that on public ...
... turning pale , refrain From further havoc , but repent in vain , — Good aims lie down , and perish in the road Where guilt had urged them on with ceaseless goad , 1 Vol . iv . p . 259 , 260 . Proofs thickening round her that on public ...
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Strana 203 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Strana 35 - The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy.
Strana 439 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What needst thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Strana 134 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Strana 380 - In the morning it is green and groweth up, but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.
Strana 277 - 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 53 - Ah ! need I say, dear Friend ! that to the brim My heart was full; I made no vows, but vows Were then made for me ; bond unknown to me Was given, that I should be, else sinning greatly, A dedicated Spirit.
Strana 341 - 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 182 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 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.
Strana 248 - 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.