The Prelude, Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind: An Autobiographical PoemD. Appleton, 1850 - 374 من الصفحات |
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... sound ; To both I listened , drawing from them both A cheerful confidence in things to come . Content and not unwilling now to give A respite to this passion , I paced on With brisk and eager steps ; and came , at length , To a green ...
... sound ; To both I listened , drawing from them both A cheerful confidence in things to come . Content and not unwilling now to give A respite to this passion , I paced on With brisk and eager steps ; and came , at length , To a green ...
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... at once To the bare earth dropped with a startling sound . From that soft couch I rose not , till the sun Had almost touched the horizon ; casting then A backward glance upon the curling cloud Of city smoke 6 INTRODUCTION .
... at once To the bare earth dropped with a startling sound . From that soft couch I rose not , till the sun Had almost touched the horizon ; casting then A backward glance upon the curling cloud Of city smoke 6 INTRODUCTION .
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... sounds , And lastly utter silence ! " Be it so ; Why think of any thing but present good ? " So , like a home - bound laborer I pursued My way beneath the mellowing sun , that shed Mild influence ; nor left in me one wish Again to bend ...
... sounds , And lastly utter silence ! " Be it so ; Why think of any thing but present good ? " So , like a home - bound laborer I pursued My way beneath the mellowing sun , that shed Mild influence ; nor left in me one wish Again to bend ...
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... sounds Of undistinguishable motion , steps Almost as silent as the turf they trod . Nor less when spring had warmed the cultured Vale , Moved we as plunderers where the mother - bird Had in high places built her lodge ; though mean Our ...
... sounds Of undistinguishable motion , steps Almost as silent as the turf they trod . Nor less when spring had warmed the cultured Vale , Moved we as plunderers where the mother - bird Had in high places built her lodge ; though mean Our ...
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... sound Of melancholy not unnoticed , while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear , and in the west The orange sky of evening died away . Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay , or sportively Glanced sideway , leaving ...
... sound Of melancholy not unnoticed , while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear , and in the west The orange sky of evening died away . Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay , or sportively Glanced sideway , leaving ...
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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...