The Excursion: A PoemE. Moxon, 1847 - 374 sider |
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... Beneath him : -Far and wide the clouds were touched , And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form , All melted into ...
... Beneath him : -Far and wide the clouds were touched , And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love . Sound needed none , Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation , soul , and form , All melted into ...
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... beneath this lowly roof . She was a Woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love ; Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed , as if to make ...
... beneath this lowly roof . She was a Woman of a steady mind , Tender and deep in her excess of love ; Not speaking much , pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed , as if to make ...
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... beneath these trees , ' Made my heart bleed . " " At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest noon . At this still season of repose and peace , This hour when all ...
... beneath these trees , ' Made my heart bleed . " " At this the Wanderer paused ; And , looking up to those enormous elms , He said , " " Tis now the hour of deepest noon . At this still season of repose and peace , This hour when all ...
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... To take a farewell of me ; for he feared That I should follow with my babes , and sink Beneath the misery of that wandering life . ' This tale did Margaret tell with many tears : And , when she ended , I had little power THE WANDERER . 27.
... To take a farewell of me ; for he feared That I should follow with my babes , and sink Beneath the misery of that wandering life . ' This tale did Margaret tell with many tears : And , when she ended , I had little power THE WANDERER . 27.
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... long the sun declining shot A slant and mellow radiance , which began To fall upon us , while , beneath the trees , We sate on that low bench : and now we felt , Admonished thus , the sweet hour coming on . A THE WANDERER . 37.
... long the sun declining shot A slant and mellow radiance , which began To fall upon us , while , beneath the trees , We sate on that low bench : and now we felt , Admonished thus , the sweet hour coming on . A THE WANDERER . 37.
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age to age aught BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds cottage course dark death delight discourse doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers frame Friend GEORGIANA FULLERTON grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JUSTIN MARTYR labour less living lofty lonely look mind morocco mortal mountain nature nature's o'er PARACELSUS passed Pastor peace pensive PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity pleasure POEMS praise Price pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude SORDELLO sorrow soul spake spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Side xiii - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Side 115 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Side 102 - Turned inward, to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed ; and life was put To inquisition long and profitless! By pain of heart now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way...
Side 70 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With...
Side 37 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Side xii - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Side xvi - Where, on a small hereditary farm, An unproductive slip of rugged ground, His Parents, with their numerous offspring, dwelt ; A virtuous household, though exceeding poor...
Side 205 - Whose steps are equity, whose seat is law. — Hail to the State of England ! And conjoin With this a salutation as devout, Made to the spiritual Fabric of her Church ; Founded in truth ; by blood of Martyrdom Cemented; by the hands of Wisdom reared In beauty of Holiness, with ordered pomp, Decent, and unreproved.
Side 11 - All things, responsive to the writing, there Breathed immortality, revolving life, And greatness still revolving ; infinite : There littleness was not ; the least of things Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects, nor did he believe, — he saw.
Side 133 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in h*er nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...