The National Review, 第 4 卷Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1857 |
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... says he , 6 ' Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours are gone , while I Have been a traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and cheer ; Yet as I left I find them here . ' Whereat the poet , without seeming to reflect that ...
... says he , 6 ' Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours are gone , while I Have been a traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and cheer ; Yet as I left I find them here . ' Whereat the poet , without seeming to reflect that ...
第18页
... says in the Prelude , " in recollection of a time When the bodily eye - in every stage of life The most despotic of our senses - gained Such strength in me , as often held my mind In absolute dominion . I roam'd from hill to hill , from ...
... says in the Prelude , " in recollection of a time When the bodily eye - in every stage of life The most despotic of our senses - gained Such strength in me , as often held my mind In absolute dominion . I roam'd from hill to hill , from ...
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... say , " says Wordsworth of this gently remonstrant ad- mirer , " that even she has something yet to receive from me . I say this with confidence , from her thinking that I have fallen below myself in the sonnet beginning , With ships ...
... say , " says Wordsworth of this gently remonstrant ad- mirer , " that even she has something yet to receive from me . I say this with confidence , from her thinking that I have fallen below myself in the sonnet beginning , With ships ...
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... says , The meanest flow'r that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears . ' " Hazlitt's ... says that Wordsworth's poetry is mainly derived from " looking at home into himself , " he says what we have all along ...
... says , The meanest flow'r that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears . ' " Hazlitt's ... says that Wordsworth's poetry is mainly derived from " looking at home into himself , " he says what we have all along ...
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... says , " Or is it that when human souls a journey long have had , And are returned into themselves , they cannot but be sad ? ” ' * But all his power springs from the universal self . Nor is it in the least true that Wordsworth's finest ...
... says , " Or is it that when human souls a journey long have had , And are returned into themselves , they cannot but be sad ? ” ' * But all his power springs from the universal self . Nor is it in the least true that Wordsworth's finest ...
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第29页 - Three years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
第29页 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
第21页 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A 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...
第21页 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
第13页 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain -torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
第9页 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
第9页 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
第8页 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
第10页 - Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene.
第12页 - THERE was a Boy ; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake...