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Há 2 dias · And hide my head where wild beasts roam. I loved my children more and more. My flock it seemed to melt away. 'They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see! It is the last of all my flock.'. I In distant countries have I been, And yet I have not often seen A healthy man, a man full grown, Weep in the public roads, alone.
Há 3 dias · O poema “Ode”, de William Wordsworth foi escrito durante o período romântico da literatura inglesa. Nos versos disponíveis acima, é possível perceber: a. Uma tentativa de contemplar o presente e de revelar os seus sonhos modestos de ter um trabalho digno. b. O arco-íris como um elemento simbólico da tristeza do homem romântico. c. Uma contemplação ao passado como reforço para ...
Há 6 dias · William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semi-autobiographical poem of his early years that ...
26 de mai. de 2024 · مواصفات افضل شيتات شرح لقصيدة Daffodils للشاعر William Wordsworth. المذكرة 12 صفحة. المذكرة 1 ميجا. المذكرة مجانية. رابط التحميل فى اسفل المقال. المذكرة بصيغة بي دي اف. افضل شيتات شرح لقصيدة Daffodils للشاعر William ...
Há 1 dia · At Furness Abbey. Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, Man left this Structure to become Time 's prey. A soothing spirit follows in the way. That Nature takes, her counter- work pursuing. See how her Ivy clasps the sacred Ruin. Fall to prevent or beautify decay;
Há 4 dias · Of the survivors, to the clouds might bear, Blended with praise of that parental love, Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew. Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave, Though young so wise, though meek so resolute, Might carry to the clouds and to the stars, Yea, to celestial Choirs, Grace Darling's name! William Wordsworth.
26 de mai. de 2024 · Resolution And Independence. And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters. Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy. Dim sadness-and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.
