The Rhyme and Reason of Country LifeG. P. Putnam, 1856 - 428ÆäÀÌÁö Contains 5 poems by Wordsworth. |
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... gives them the highest beauty possible . The many noble similes and com- parisons scattered through the greater poems , form admirable detached pictures ; but they occupy the attention very briefly ; a rapid glance is thrown upon the ...
... gives them the highest beauty possible . The many noble similes and com- parisons scattered through the greater poems , form admirable detached pictures ; but they occupy the attention very briefly ; a rapid glance is thrown upon the ...
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... gives admirable direc- tions , in the English style , at a period when a really fine garden was not to be found in all Northern Europe ; a short translation from a passage of his will be found in the following selections . * Gardening ...
... gives admirable direc- tions , in the English style , at a period when a really fine garden was not to be found in all Northern Europe ; a short translation from a passage of his will be found in the following selections . * Gardening ...
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... give expression to the feeling in the poetry of rural life : In this sense the verse of the fields - the rural hymn becomes the last form of song , instead of being the first . Something similar to this has doubtless often been the ...
... give expression to the feeling in the poetry of rural life : In this sense the verse of the fields - the rural hymn becomes the last form of song , instead of being the first . Something similar to this has doubtless often been the ...
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... , one with another , and diffusing the same influences throughout the entire population . Something of that individuality which gives interest and variety to the face of society is lost in this way ; but , INTRODUCTION . 31.
... , one with another , and diffusing the same influences throughout the entire population . Something of that individuality which gives interest and variety to the face of society is lost in this way ; but , INTRODUCTION . 31.
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... give a false glare of coloring to the whole society which fosters them . There are many reasons why our own towns are especially in danger from this state of things ; they have no Past ; they lack Experience ; Time for them has no ...
... give a false glare of coloring to the whole society which fosters them . There are many reasons why our own towns are especially in danger from this state of things ; they have no Past ; they lack Experience ; Time for them has no ...
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95 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
402 ÆäÀÌÁö - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death!
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
192 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.