The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 pagina's |
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Pagina 53
... sword , how firm a check Is given to triumph and all human pride ! Yon trophied Mound shrinks to a shadowy speck In his calm presence ! Him the mighty deed Elates not , brought far nearer the grave's rest , As shows that time - worn ...
... sword , how firm a check Is given to triumph and all human pride ! Yon trophied Mound shrinks to a shadowy speck In his calm presence ! Him the mighty deed Elates not , brought far nearer the grave's rest , As shows that time - worn ...
Pagina 80
... sword , and pen , Fireside , the heroic wealth of hall and bower , Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness . We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up , return to us again ; And give us manners , virtue , freedom ...
... sword , and pen , Fireside , the heroic wealth of hall and bower , Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness . We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up , return to us again ; And give us manners , virtue , freedom ...
Pagina 81
... swords for ledgers , and desert 1803 The student's bower for gold , some fears unnamed I had , my Country ! -am I to be blamed ? Now when I think of thee , and what thou art , Verily , in the bottom of my heart , Of those unfilial fears ...
... swords for ledgers , and desert 1803 The student's bower for gold , some fears unnamed I had , my Country ! -am I to be blamed ? Now when I think of thee , and what thou art , Verily , in the bottom of my heart , Of those unfilial fears ...
Pagina 85
... swords ? Is man as good as man , none low , none high ? -- Nor discipline nor valour can withstand The shock , nor quell the inevitable rout , When in some great extremity breaks out A people , on their own beloved Land Risen , like one ...
... swords ? Is man as good as man , none low , none high ? -- Nor discipline nor valour can withstand The shock , nor quell the inevitable rout , When in some great extremity breaks out A people , on their own beloved Land Risen , like one ...
Pagina 92
... sword ? -Her haughty Schools Shall blush ; and may not we with sorrow say , A few strong instincts and a few plain rules , Among the herdsmen of the Alps , have wrought More for mankind at this unhappy day Than all the pride of ...
... sword ? -Her haughty Schools Shall blush ; and may not we with sorrow say , A few strong instincts and a few plain rules , Among the herdsmen of the Alps , have wrought More for mankind at this unhappy day Than all the pride of ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 79 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — • That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
Pagina 77 - Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Pagina 64 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow...
Pagina 146 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight : While Tweed best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptered king or laurelled conqueror knows,...
Pagina 84 - Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
Pagina 19 - High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, • While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Pagina 75 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;-- O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience...
Pagina 12 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes : nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, Which kills the soul: Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Pagina 12 - Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind...
Pagina 146 - ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers,...