 Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of...  The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry - Stran 396avtor: Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 403 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | 1904 - 926 strani
...sense imagery we discern the excelling glory of the Eternal. In such moments men have felt that: — The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light— Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | 1845 - 606 strani
...decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from...clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1845 - 602 strani
...shooting from the clear blue sky, * Laters repriuted from ' The Horning Post.' Kendal, 1845, pp. 23. The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black...clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, hlossoms... | |
 | 1845 - 602 strani
...shooting from the clear blue sky, * Letter! reprinted from 'The Morning Post.' Kendal, 1845, pp.23. 'The The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black...clouds and region of the heavens. Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 strani
...decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from...if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospeet of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1845 - 614 strani
...shooting from the clear blue skv, * Letters reprinted from 'The MorniugFoit.' Keadal, 1845, pp. 23. The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, . .....giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered cloutls and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, ',, Were all like... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 strani
...decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from...sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1845 - 604 strani
...decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocka that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 strani
...decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from...clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 416 strani
...decayed. The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from...Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside As ifa voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds... | |
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