Biographia Literaria, Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life and Opinions, Volume 2 |
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... father ! * * * * * Last Christmas when they talked of this , Old Farmer Simpson did maintain , That in her womb the infant wrought About its mother's heart , and brought Her senses back again : And , when at last her time drew near ...
... father ! * * * * * Last Christmas when they talked of this , Old Farmer Simpson did maintain , That in her womb the infant wrought About its mother's heart , and brought Her senses back again : And , when at last her time drew near ...
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... FATHERS , SIMON LEE , ALICE FELL , BEGGARS , and THE SAILOR'S MOTHER , notwithstanding the beauties which are to be found in each of them where the poet interposes the music of his own thoughts , would have been more delightful to me in ...
... FATHERS , SIMON LEE , ALICE FELL , BEGGARS , and THE SAILOR'S MOTHER , notwithstanding the beauties which are to be found in each of them where the poet interposes the music of his own thoughts , would have been more delightful to me in ...
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... fathers The Flower , even him Who preserves his native city erect and safe . " But are such rhetorical caprices condemnable only for their deviation from the language of real life ? and are they by no other means to be precluded , but ...
... fathers The Flower , even him Who preserves his native city erect and safe . " But are such rhetorical caprices condemnable only for their deviation from the language of real life ? and are they by no other means to be precluded , but ...
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... father of the Man , & c . " 2 Or in the LUCY GRAY ? " No mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor ; The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door . " 3 Or in the IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ? 4 " " Along the river's stony ...
... father of the Man , & c . " 2 Or in the LUCY GRAY ? " No mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor ; The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door . " 3 Or in the IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ? 4 " " Along the river's stony ...
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... father wrote , to " the eagles , " as it is written by Mr. Wordsworth - because eagles are neither gregarious nor numerous , and the first expression seems to mark the nature of the bird , and to bring it more interestingly before the ...
... father wrote , to " the eagles , " as it is written by Mr. Wordsworth - because eagles are neither gregarious nor numerous , and the first expression seems to mark the nature of the bird , and to bring it more interestingly before the ...
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Page 51 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen because in that condition the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language...
Page 14 - ... reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities : of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order...
Page 21 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Page 180 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 112 - Pressed closely palm to palm, and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. And they would shout Across the watery vale, and .shout again, Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled...
Page 103 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 21 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Page 69 - The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more...
Page 137 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Page 180 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...