The National Review, 第 4 卷Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1857 |
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... true , that Wordsworth's mind was in substance that of a plain " Englishman , though steeped in the dim lights of constant medi- tation , and gifted with a piercing , though narrow , imaginative force . In this kind of simplicity , or ...
... true , that Wordsworth's mind was in substance that of a plain " Englishman , though steeped in the dim lights of constant medi- tation , and gifted with a piercing , though narrow , imaginative force . In this kind of simplicity , or ...
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... true matter of his poems - springs a great deal less from the apparent matter than it does from his mode of treatment . For example , it is to some extent , no doubt , the daffodils of Ulleswater , but far more the dancing flowers and ...
... true matter of his poems - springs a great deal less from the apparent matter than it does from his mode of treatment . For example , it is to some extent , no doubt , the daffodils of Ulleswater , but far more the dancing flowers and ...
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... true ; but the inference from it , that the ear is the finest of Wordsworth's senses , is probably an error . There is no indication that he had any fine faculty for music ; and we think the reasoning by which Mr. Hood arrived at his ...
... true ; but the inference from it , that the ear is the finest of Wordsworth's senses , is probably an error . There is no indication that he had any fine faculty for music ; and we think the reasoning by which Mr. Hood arrived at his ...
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... true in itself , but far more applicable to Wordsworth's poetry . Rare gifts of mind almost always tend to some overbalance of habit , or thought , or feeling - to some narrowness , pride , or humour , that is in itself a weakness . But ...
... true in itself , but far more applicable to Wordsworth's poetry . Rare gifts of mind almost always tend to some overbalance of habit , or thought , or feeling - to some narrowness , pride , or humour , that is in itself a weakness . But ...
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... true that Wordsworth's finest poems , as Hazlitt implies , are cocoons of arbitrary personal associations , spun around local and accidental centres . The worst element in Wordsworth is the arbitrary and occasional element . Freedom ...
... true that Wordsworth's finest poems , as Hazlitt implies , are cocoons of arbitrary personal associations , spun around local and accidental centres . The worst element in Wordsworth is the arbitrary and occasional element . Freedom ...
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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...