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William Wordsworth. DEDICATION . Šˆ SIR GEORGE HOWLAND BEAUMONT , BART . MY DEAR SIR GEORGE , ACCEPT my thanks for the permis- sion given me to dedicate these Volumes to you . In addition to a lively pleasure derived from general ...
William Wordsworth. DEDICATION . Šˆ SIR GEORGE HOWLAND BEAUMONT , BART . MY DEAR SIR GEORGE , ACCEPT my thanks for the permis- sion given me to dedicate these Volumes to you . In addition to a lively pleasure derived from general ...
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... honour to be , My dear Sir George , Yours most affectionately , and faithfully , WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . Rydal Mount , Westmoreland , February 1 , 1815 . PREFACE . THE observations prefixed to that portion of these DEDICATION . V.
... honour to be , My dear Sir George , Yours most affectionately , and faithfully , WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . Rydal Mount , Westmoreland , February 1 , 1815 . PREFACE . THE observations prefixed to that portion of these DEDICATION . V.
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... dear production of our days , the metrical Novel . Of this Class , the distinguishing mark , is , that the Narrator , however liberally his speaking agents be introduced , is himself the source from which every thing primarily flows ...
... dear production of our days , the metrical Novel . Of this Class , the distinguishing mark , is , that the Narrator , however liberally his speaking agents be introduced , is himself the source from which every thing primarily flows ...
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... dear Mother went away , - your And she to - morrow will return ; To - morrow is the happy day . O blessed tidings ! thought of joy ! The eldest heard with steady glee ; Silent he stood ; then laughed amain , - And shouted , " Mother ...
... dear Mother went away , - your And she to - morrow will return ; To - morrow is the happy day . O blessed tidings ! thought of joy ! The eldest heard with steady glee ; Silent he stood ; then laughed amain , - And shouted , " Mother ...
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... dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . " Alas , the mountain tops that look so green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little Brooks that seem all pastime and all play ...
... dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . " Alas , the mountain tops that look so green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little Brooks that seem all pastime and all play ...
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313 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
299 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
131 ÆäÀÌÁö - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
310 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
343 ÆäÀÌÁö - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.