The Prelude, Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind: An Autobiographical PoemD. Appleton, 1850 - 374 من الصفحات |
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... what grove Shall I take up my home ? and what clear stream Shall with its murmur lull me into rest ? The earth is all before me . With a heart Joyous , nor scared at its own liberty , I look about ; and should the chosen guide Be.
... what grove Shall I take up my home ? and what clear stream Shall with its murmur lull me into rest ? The earth is all before me . With a heart Joyous , nor scared at its own liberty , I look about ; and should the chosen guide Be.
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... rest till they had reached the very door Of the one cottage which methought I saw . No picture of mere memory ever looked So fair ; and while upon the fancied scene I gazed with growing love , a higher power Than Fancy gave assurance of ...
... rest till they had reached the very door Of the one cottage which methought I saw . No picture of mere memory ever looked So fair ; and while upon the fancied scene I gazed with growing love , a higher power Than Fancy gave assurance of ...
الصفحة 69
... rest , the inner pulse Of contemplation almost failed to beat . Such life might not inaptly be compared To a floating island , an amphibious spot Unsound , of spongy texture , yet withal Not wanting a fair face of water weeds And ...
... rest , the inner pulse Of contemplation almost failed to beat . Such life might not inaptly be compared To a floating island , an amphibious spot Unsound , of spongy texture , yet withal Not wanting a fair face of water weeds And ...
الصفحة 72
... rest , for ' tis a sound Hollow as ever vexed the tranquil air ; And your officious doings bring disgrace On the plain steeples of our English Church , Whose worship , ' mid remotest village trees , Suffers for this . Even Science , too ...
... rest , for ' tis a sound Hollow as ever vexed the tranquil air ; And your officious doings bring disgrace On the plain steeples of our English Church , Whose worship , ' mid remotest village trees , Suffers for this . Even Science , too ...
الصفحة 112
... rest , He rode , I keeping pace with him ; and now He , to my fancy , had become the knight Whose tale Cervantes tells ; yet not the knight , But was an Arab of the desert too ; Of these was neither , and was both at once . His ...
... rest , He rode , I keeping pace with him ; and now He , to my fancy , had become the knight Whose tale Cervantes tells ; yet not the knight , But was an Arab of the desert too ; Of these was neither , and was both at once . His ...
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Alps amid Babes in arms beauty beheld beneath BOOK breathe Buttermere calm Cloth clouds cottage dark dear delight doth dream earth Eolian eyes faith fancy fear feel felt flowers flowery field France Friend gilt edges gleam glory Goslar Grace Aguilar groves happiness hath haunts heard heart heaven Helvellyn hills honor hope hour human immortal verse Jack the Giant-Killer kindred labor less liberty light living living mind look mighty mind morocco extra mountain mused Nature Nature's night o'er once Paper passion peace pinnace plain pleasure Poet POETICAL Robespierre rocks round scene seemed sense shade shape side sight silent solitude song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood stream strong sublime summer sweet tale thee things thou thoughts trees truth turned Twas Vale verse voice walks wandering whence wild wind Windermere woods words youth
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الصفحة 40 - Alone upon the rock — oh, then, the calm And dead still water lay upon my mind Even with a weight of pleasure, and the sky, Never before so beautiful, sank down Into my heart, and held me like a dream...
الصفحة 122 - There was a Boy : ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! — many a time At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake, And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm, and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him...
الصفحة 218 - In size a giant, stalking through thick fog, His sheep like Greenland bears; or, as he stepped Beyond the boundary line of some hill-shadow, His form hath flashed upon me, glorified By the deep radiance of the setting sun...
الصفحة 260 - Who crept along fitting her languid gait Unto a heifer's motion, by a cord Tied to her arm, and picking thus from the lane Its sustenance, while the girl with pallid hands Was busy knitting in a heartless mood Of solitude, and at the sight my friend In agitation said, "'Tis against that That we are fighting...
الصفحة 327 - It was, in truth, An ordinary sight ; but I should need Colours and words that are unknown to man, To paint the visionary dreariness...
الصفحة 58 - The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
الصفحة 19 - Of unknown modes of being ; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colors of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.
الصفحة 299 - O times, In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways Of custom, law. and statute, took at once The attraction of a country in romance ! When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights When most intent on making of herself A prime enchantress...
الصفحة 201 - Children, Babes in arms. Oh, blank confusion ! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity, by differences That have no law, no meaning, and no end — Oppression, under which even highest minds Must labour, whence the strongest are not free.
الصفحة 19 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With...