 The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be 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...  An Introduction to the Study of Poetry - Página 212por Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 328 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 páginas
...Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...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 Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 páginas
...Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...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... | |
 | 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 páginas
...Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, * Laters repriuted from ' The Horning Post.' Kendal, 1845, pp. 23. The rocks that muttered close upon... | |
 | 1845 - 602 páginas
...Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, * Letter! reprinted from 'The Morning Post.' Kendal, 1845, pp.23. 'The The rocks that muttered close... | |
 | 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 páginas
...Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue skv, * Letters reprinted from 'The MorniugFoit.' Keadal, 1845, pp. 23. The rocks that muttered close... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1845 - 604 páginas
...did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to he decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And...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 - 416 páginas
...Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 776 páginas
...Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a elow gtep. The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear bine sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside... | |
 | Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 436 páginas
...mind and its apparel of beauty. We must be able to respond to the meaning of Wordsworth's passage, — The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to...in the narrow rent at every turn, Winds thwarting winils, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered... | |
 | 1869 - 1208 páginas
...journey several honra At a alow pace. The immeasurable height Of wood* decaying, never to he dccay'd, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every tura Winds thwarting winds, bewilder'd and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky,... | |
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