The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, Volumen61856 |
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... heaven might now cover with one of her small clouds , did she choose to drop it from the sky . The squadron enters the Straits - and we see now but here and there gaff - topsail - peak , or ensign , gliding or streaming along the woods ...
... heaven might now cover with one of her small clouds , did she choose to drop it from the sky . The squadron enters the Straits - and we see now but here and there gaff - topsail - peak , or ensign , gliding or streaming along the woods ...
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... happy houses , and those happy horses , and cows , and sheep , hanging among " all that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady Lake ; " but that miracle must be rare - in all ordinary 6 ESSAYS : CRITICAL AND IMAGINATIVE .
... happy houses , and those happy horses , and cows , and sheep , hanging among " all that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady Lake ; " but that miracle must be rare - in all ordinary 6 ESSAYS : CRITICAL AND IMAGINATIVE .
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... heavens are more heavenly in those mysterious depths - more celestially calm the clouds hang there unapproachable to sky - borne airs -alas ! alas ! the whole world of imagination is gone in a moment , and as a gust goes sughing over ...
... heavens are more heavenly in those mysterious depths - more celestially calm the clouds hang there unapproachable to sky - borne airs -alas ! alas ! the whole world of imagination is gone in a moment , and as a gust goes sughing over ...
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... heavens and earth what colouring ! Nor Claude nor Poussin ever worshipped such an " aerial medium . " We think we hear the spirit of the enthusiastic artist whisper in our ears his own impassioned words-- " Hills and rocks , woods and ...
... heavens and earth what colouring ! Nor Claude nor Poussin ever worshipped such an " aerial medium . " We think we hear the spirit of the enthusiastic artist whisper in our ears his own impassioned words-- " Hills and rocks , woods and ...
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... heaven , as if to meet the sun . sea . The OLD MAN expects you to breakfast - SEATHWAITE Chapel to dinner and supper will be ready for you in the parlour , where you have slept on a sofa - bed . For a mile you pace the lovely level of ...
... heaven , as if to meet the sun . sea . The OLD MAN expects you to breakfast - SEATHWAITE Chapel to dinner and supper will be ready for you in the parlour , where you have slept on a sofa - bed . For a mile you pace the lovely level of ...
Términos y frases comunes
Admiral Alfred Tennyson angler angling aweary beautiful Blackwood bless Borrowdale bosom Bowfell breath Cadiz called Captain character Christopher North clouds Clovenford Cockney colour Coniston crime dark death delight Duddon earth Ebenezer Elliott England Enoch Eskdale eyes fear feel feet fish fleet frigates genius green Halieus hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human imagination John Duckworth Lake Let them rave light living Loch Loch Maree look Lord Lord Nelson mind moral morning mountains nature never night numbers o'er Oriana passions perhaps poet poetry Poietes punishment river river Duddon rocks round sail Scafell Scotland Seathwaite seems seen shadows ship shore Sir Humphry Skiddaw sleep smile soul spirit squadron stones stream sunshine sweet Tennyson thee thou thought tion trees trout Tweed Wastwater whole wind Windermere wonder woods Wordsworth
Pasajes populares
Página 212 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 192 - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 193 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 190 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Página 191 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Página 212 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 128 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Página 190 - ... of these trees In music ; — thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest,...
Página 209 - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our...
Página 191 - Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the order of our lives.