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" She loved this wretched spot, nor would for worlds Have parted hence; and still that length of road, And this rude bench, one torturing hope endeared, Fast rooted at her heart: and here, my Friend,— In sickness she remained; and here she died ; Last... "
The Excursion: A Poem - Страница 29
по William Wordsworth - 1850 - 340 страници
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The Excursion, Being a Portion of The Recluse, a Poem

William Wordsworth - 1814 - 476 страници
...hence ; and still that length of road, And this rude bench, one torturing hope endeared, Fast rooted at her heart : and here, my Friend, In sickness she...moved ; From that low Bench, rising instinctively I turn'd aside in weakness, nor had power To thank him for the Tale which he had told. I stood, and leaning...

The Philanthropist, Or, Repository for Hints and Suggestions ..., Том 5

1815 - 394 страници
...tale, our readers will feel a sensation similar to that of the author himself, who says, " I turn'd aside in weakness, nor had power To thank him for the tale which he had told." A village inn receives the travellers, and affords them a restingplace for the evening. The opening...

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 страници
...torturing hope endear'd, Fast rooted at her heart: and here, my Friend, tn sickness she rcmain'd ; and here she died, Last human Tenant of these ruined...From that low Bench, rising instinctively I turned atidc iu weakness, nor had power To thank him for the Tale which he had told. I stood, and leaning...

Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Falconer ...

John Aikin - 1838 - 796 страници
...and here, my friend, In sickness she remain'd ; and here she died, Last human tenant of these ruin'd g blast, the sky o'ercast,"* The joyless winter day, Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the turn M aside in weakness, nor had power To thank him for the tale which he bad told. I st'X>d, and...

Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer ...

John Aikin - 1838 - 750 страници
...and here, my friend, In sickness she remain'd ; and here she died, Last human tenant of these ruin'd walls." The old man ceased: he saw that I was moved ; From that low bench, rising instinctively I turn'd aside in weakness, nor had power To thank him for the tale which he had told. I stood, and leaning...

Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer ...

John Aikin, John Frost - 1838 - 752 страници
...and here, my friend, In sickness she remain'd ; and here she died, Last human tenant of these ruin'd ike happiness : but, in despite Of all this outside bravery, within, l turu'd aside in weakness, nor had power To thank him for the tale which he had told. I stood, and...

The Quarterly review, Том 12

1815 - 560 страници
...hence : and still that length of road, And this rude bench, one torturing hope endeared, Fast rooted at her heart : and here, my friend, In sickness she remained ; and here she died, i Last human tenant of these ruined walls! — p. 46. The fourth book, entitled ' Despondency Corrected,'...

National: A Library for the People, Броеве 1–26

1839 - 446 страници
...this rude bench, one torturing hope endeared, Fast rooted at her heart : and here, my Friend,— Tn sickness she remained ; and here she died ; Last human tenant of these ruined walls 1" Wordsworth's Kfcurshm. WAR. THE extent of the influence of political systems will be forciby illustrated...

The London University Magazine, Том 1

1842 - 416 страници
...hence ; and still that length of road And this rude bench, one torturing hope endeared Fast rooted at her heart : and here, my friend, In sickness she...died ; Last human tenant of these ruined walls." The further illustration of the Wanderer's character, with which the SECOND book opens, and the parallel...

The Poems of William Wordsworth, D.C.L., Poet Laureate, Etc. Etc

William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 страници
...hence ; and still that length of road, And this rude bench, one torturing hope endeared, Fast rooted at her heart : and here, my Friend, — In sickness...saw that I was moved ; From that low bench, rising instinetively I turned aside in weakness, nor had power To thank him for the tale which he had told....




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