Memoirs of William Wordsworth, 1 tomasTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 |
Turinys
1 | |
7 | |
29 | |
36 | |
45 | |
52 | |
70 | |
78 | |
178 | |
203 | |
209 | |
258 | |
280 | |
302 | |
314 | |
326 | |
94 | |
102 | |
115 | |
130 | |
143 | |
159 | |
344 | |
367 | |
381 | |
432 | |
444 | |
457 | |
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D. C. L. Christopher Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D. C. L. Christopher Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
¹ Vol affections Alfoxden Ambleside appear beautiful brother Castle character Charles Lamb church Cockermouth Coleorton Coleridge composed Convention of Cintra cottage dear Sir George delight described edition epitaph expressed Falthwaite feelings Goslar Grasmere happy heart hills honour hope human imagination inscription interest John Wordsworth Keswick labour Lady Beaumont lake letter lines lived Loch look Lord Loughrigg Tarn Lyrical Ballads mentioned miles mind morning mountains nature never objects passed Peniston Penrith persons pleasure poem Poet Poet's poetical poetry Prelude present reader Richard Wordsworth river road rocks Rydal Rydal Mount scene side Sir George Beaumont sister Sockburn Sonnet sorrow speak spirit stanza things thou thought tion tour trees truth vale verses village walked wild William Wordsworth wish words writing written wrote
Populiarios ištraukos
203 psl. - 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.
134 psl. - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
182 psl. - When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little...
265 psl. - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
114 psl. - At her feet he bowed he fell, he lay down at her feet he bowed, he fell where he bowed, there he fell down dead...
273 psl. - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
203 psl. - ... Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
190 psl. - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many...
133 psl. - 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. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire ; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire.
191 psl. - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature.