Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volum 3Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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Side 29
... close , which life the poet has most glorified- the humble or the high - whether the Lord did the shep- herd more ennoble , or the shepherd the Lord . Now , we ask , is there any essential difference between what Wordsworth thus records ...
... close , which life the poet has most glorified- the humble or the high - whether the Lord did the shep- herd more ennoble , or the shepherd the Lord . Now , we ask , is there any essential difference between what Wordsworth thus records ...
Side 47
... close of Childe Harold . " Oh ! that the desert were my dwelling - place , With one fair Spirit for my minister , That I might all forget the human race And , hating no one , love but only her ! Ye elements ! -in whose ennobling stir I ...
... close of Childe Harold . " Oh ! that the desert were my dwelling - place , With one fair Spirit for my minister , That I might all forget the human race And , hating no one , love but only her ! Ye elements ! -in whose ennobling stir I ...
Side 57
... close is not magnificent . The concluding stanza seems to be a general favourite , and is often quoted - nor is it uninteresting as charac- teristic of the poet's youth . But it comes worse than awkwardly upon the heels of its ...
... close is not magnificent . The concluding stanza seems to be a general favourite , and is often quoted - nor is it uninteresting as charac- teristic of the poet's youth . But it comes worse than awkwardly upon the heels of its ...
Side 113
... close , hot , and oppressive , be thankful for the air , faint but steady , that comes down from cliff and chasm , or the breeze that gushes fitfully from stream and lake . If the heavens are filled with sunshine , and you feel the ...
... close , hot , and oppressive , be thankful for the air , faint but steady , that comes down from cliff and chasm , or the breeze that gushes fitfully from stream and lake . If the heavens are filled with sunshine , and you feel the ...
Side 114
... ! What merit is there in disturbing the whole house by the long - disregarded ringing of drowsy bells , whose clappers wax angrier at every effort , till the sulky chambermaid , with close 114 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... ! What merit is there in disturbing the whole house by the long - disregarded ringing of drowsy bells , whose clappers wax angrier at every effort , till the sulky chambermaid , with close 114 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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Side 49 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 341 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Side 45 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Side 48 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest noW.
Side 45 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Side 44 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Side 43 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Side 334 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 335 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Side 46 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.