The National Review, Том 4Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1857 |
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... hand , refuses to listen to this natural self at all . He knows another world of pure and buoy- ant meditation ; and he knows that all which is transplanted into it bears there a new and nobler fruit . With fixed visionary purpose , he ...
... hand , refuses to listen to this natural self at all . He knows another world of pure and buoy- ant meditation ; and he knows that all which is transplanted into it bears there a new and nobler fruit . With fixed visionary purpose , he ...
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... hand touch , for there is a spirit in the woods ; " the daisy , that recalls him from " stately passions " to " the ... hands Pressed closely palm to palm , and to his mouth Uplifted , he , as through an instrument , Blew 12 William ...
... hand touch , for there is a spirit in the woods ; " the daisy , that recalls him from " stately passions " to " the ... hands Pressed closely palm to palm , and to his mouth Uplifted , he , as through an instrument , Blew 12 William ...
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... hand . " egotism to tell us , as he does in the Prelude ( a poem that grows upon us , by the way , even more than the Excursion ) , -- O , when I have hung Above the raven's nest , by knots of grass And half - inch fissures in the ...
... hand . " egotism to tell us , as he does in the Prelude ( a poem that grows upon us , by the way , even more than the Excursion ) , -- O , when I have hung Above the raven's nest , by knots of grass And half - inch fissures in the ...
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... hand , whose personal strength had been spent in " affronting the eye of solitude . " The result of almost all Wordsworth's universal experience of the influences of nature acting alone on man is gathered up into his three poems ...
... hand , whose personal strength had been spent in " affronting the eye of solitude . " The result of almost all Wordsworth's universal experience of the influences of nature acting alone on man is gathered up into his three poems ...
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... hand of Christ , is now a sceptre of power , an emblem of the kingly might of meekness . The Ship toiling in the storm , though the old heathen emblem , now sails for another port . The Palm speaks now of another victory , the Anchor of ...
... hand of Christ , is now a sceptre of power , an emblem of the kingly might of meekness . The Ship toiling in the storm , though the old heathen emblem , now sails for another port . The Palm speaks now of another victory , the Anchor of ...
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Balzac Bank of France beauty believe called character Christ Christian Church Cimbri club common conviction Crédit Mobilier D. F. Strauss Dacia Danube divine doctrine doubt Duke electricity England evil expression fact faith favour feeling force Frischlin Gaul genius German Getæ give Goths Gozlan Greek hand heart heat heaven honour human idea imagination Indian influence interest king labour language Latham Léon Gozlan less light living look Lord Märklin Maroboduus matter means ment mind minister moral nation nature never old Prussian passion perhaps poems poet poetry political present produce question race racter religion religious remarkable Roman says Scythians seems Semnones sense sentiment Simon slavery soul spirit Spurgeon Strabo Strauss Suevi Tacitus thing thought tion true truth universal whole Wordsworth writing
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Стр. 29 - Three years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 29 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Стр. 21 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine...
Стр. 21 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Стр. 13 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain -torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Стр. 9 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Стр. 9 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 8 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 10 - Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene.
Стр. 12 - 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...