 For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with...  Cyclopædia of English literature - Страница 327по Robert Chambers - 1844Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 страници
...mourn nor murmur: Other gifts Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, i: Abundant recompence. For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the...chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused,... | |
 | 1894 - 576 страници
...to be drawn. The whole poem on Tintern Abbey may be said to form a complete exposition of it : — ' For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the...grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And 1 have felt A presence which disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 страници
...than one Who sought the thing he loved; For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, Aud their glad animal movements all gone by,) To me was...oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor gratiug, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 страници
...mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the...chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused,... | |
 | Robert Smith - 1829 - 432 страници
...cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, T/ie mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours...recompense. For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing often times The still, sad music of humanity, Nor... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 628 страници
...was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, , The mountain, and the dtep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were...humanity, Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ;... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 596 страници
...tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to mu An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need...humanity, Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. . . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 594 страници
...and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and alove, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied,...humanity, Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. . . . . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains... | |
 | 1834 - 864 страници
...no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That tune is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,...humanity, Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. . . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains... | |
 | 1836 - 532 страници
...head of Poems of the Imagination, is inexpressibly affecting. We can copy but a short paragraph. — I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour...chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused,... | |
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