English Childhood: Wordsworth's Treatment of Childhood in the Light of English Poetry from Prior to Crabbe, Volume 37 |
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... heart as My Sweet Sweeting , or Lully , lulla , thou little tiny child , and the homely lyric Fayre maydyn , who is this barn , That thou beriste in thyn arme ? Neither does space allow even a glance at childhood as it is frequently ...
... heart as My Sweet Sweeting , or Lully , lulla , thou little tiny child , and the homely lyric Fayre maydyn , who is this barn , That thou beriste in thyn arme ? Neither does space allow even a glance at childhood as it is frequently ...
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... heart is in the poem . For so genuine an expression of parental grief as is found in the lines On My First Son , the reader of poetry must wait more than one hundred years after Jonson . 1 1 Compare On the Loss of an Only Son Robert ...
... heart is in the poem . For so genuine an expression of parental grief as is found in the lines On My First Son , the reader of poetry must wait more than one hundred years after Jonson . 1 1 Compare On the Loss of an Only Son Robert ...
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... heart's desire , Obtained the chariot for a day , And set the world on fire . The charm of Prior's child poems lies in the make - believe of the adult who can unbend far enough to enter into the spirit of children and who brings courtly ...
... heart's desire , Obtained the chariot for a day , And set the world on fire . The charm of Prior's child poems lies in the make - believe of the adult who can unbend far enough to enter into the spirit of children and who brings courtly ...
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... heart , Yet abandoned to thy will , Yet imagining no ill , Yet too innocent to blush , Like the linnet in the bush , To the mother - linnet's note Moduling her slender throat , Chirping forth thy pretty joys , Wanton in the change of ...
... heart , Yet abandoned to thy will , Yet imagining no ill , Yet too innocent to blush , Like the linnet in the bush , To the mother - linnet's note Moduling her slender throat , Chirping forth thy pretty joys , Wanton in the change of ...
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... heart with emulation beats ; With conquests yet to come his bosom glows , He dreams of triumphs and of vanquished foes . Each year with arts shall store his ripening brain , And from his grandsire he shall learn to reign . This is ...
... heart with emulation beats ; With conquests yet to come his bosom glows , He dreams of triumphs and of vanquished foes . Each year with arts shall store his ripening brain , And from his grandsire he shall learn to reign . This is ...
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Ambrose Philips animals attitude Auguries of Innocence babe ballad beauty benevolists birds Blake Burns chap books Charles Lamb chil child child labor childhood Clara Reeve classical classicist close Compare conception Cowper Crabbe delight dren Dunciad early Echoing Green eighteenth century emotion English Excursion expression fact fairy father feeling flowers hand happy heart humanitarian imagery industry infant interest Isaac Watts Lamb Langhorne lines live look Lovibond mind Monody mood moral mother muse native fields nature noticed o'er observation orphans parents phrasing play poem poet's poetic poetry poets poor Prelude raven's nest reader recalls recollection reveals romantic Rousseau Sarah Trimmer schoolboy schoolmistress sentimental simple Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence soul spirit sport stanza story sweet sympathy teach tear tender thee Thomson thou thought tion traditional universal benevolence verse village Watts Wordsworth write young youth
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Page 392 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 396 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind ; — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest. Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 382 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 391 - 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 395 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Page 290 - When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry
Page 226 - How skilfully she builds her cell ! How neat she spreads the wax ! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past; That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page 285 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Page 132 - Belyve,* the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
Page 335 - I dipped my oars into the silent lake, And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat Went heaving through the water like a swan ; When, from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct, Upreared its head.