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House is located in the middle of Lake Grasmere (Grasmere). When I walked knob jockey by this building was called the "loft" (Dave Cottage) Ziye gripping knob jockey story house, almost can not believe those beautiful psalms bred here. Although no other Visitors, cramped space where people knob jockey still feel depressed. knob jockey The house is not rich display, in addition to his travel passport and luggage, and other things related to the identity of the poet's really small. Garden behind the house until sat around listening robins insects, sun flower Akira eyes, they would understand why its owner can not absolutely clear thinking, writing masterpieces like "Narcissus." And then turned around and took the entrance stairs, knob jockey written knob jockey on the lintel reading "Stop / When you sleepy, rest / as in the temple worry," the poem card, feel "worry Temple" words really knob jockey appropriate. Unfortunately, those who do not know the source of explanation, he said most of the poet compares how the sister Violet, and their brother and sister incest anecdotes.
I think its heard him say this, it is better to feel the poet's own living knob jockey environment, so quickly walked out. "Loft", the Rosser river flowing slowly Grasmere lake. Here is where east from Lauderdale Lakes, south is Lake Windermere, further north, is Davis Bohn Lake Coleridge lived up Keith Wick. That there near Lake Ulster, and go hand in hand with the "edge of the village trees together, Aoyama Guo oblique" mood Chinese poetry, moved here like nothing taboo. Particularly warm lake Hawkshead (Hawkshead) and Orchard Lake Helvey Raymond (Helvellyn), he often writes poems. Where the lake, spend the evening with her husband month Hong Ying Xia Chen and Tong seasons Transmutation knob jockey and move phenology change, often turbulent Seto teaser him to pursue the source of the Sam Rainsy's return track, and gives him "such as Mu Yan state of mind. " knob jockey With his humility, sincerely say this Houci for their "well-being of solitude."
But I feel that if he did not, as the rich spirit of poetic writing, there are those who write the best grass and the bright flower fragrant fresh poems, where the landscape does not necessarily better than elsewhere. With this sense would be, and then the Ryder Hill (RydalMount) to find his last home, the focus is no longer just a side view. Because the situation has been improving poet, here's bedroom and study are far more "loft" spacious. Trees lush garden behind the house, intermingled with hydrangea flowers Health, smooth wide spectacular knob jockey scenery and more usable to describe. Here the poet in his later years to complete and modify most of his work until his death, and then buried, near the churchyard of St. Oswald.
In his lifetime Flocked yew, I found a stone engraved with his name. Suddenly see so simple, the heart can not help a move, but Chujing remembered his "Untitled" poem:! "Hopefully there is a beautiful leisure leisure, allow / I lay Shiba whipping knob jockey church cemetery knob jockey / piety caused by numerous graves knob jockey thoughts / or hovering in the vicinity, to a distance knob jockey / moonlight, watching the faint hint of peaks flash / appearance, although not see the river, but glad to hear it whisper soup ", also relieved. A natural habit and get along with people, who have no visibility, listen to the other person can not hear a calling, do not normally. He did not elaborate embroidery greedy wild algae, not for long and vast tomb, because in his mind, unlike the original Chinese people think the world is going to re-fortified soil and poor spring, he was returned to the womb of the earth Gui, So how was the tomb of repair, knob jockey unimportant.
Because no man, she invited me to tea gardens. The garden was not as magnificent Adelaide Hills, but the grass to rabbit teeth white, rich plant category, looks very Zhuo Sheng. We talked knob jockey about the poet's life from his creation, his breakthrough classic stereotype, into everyday life very highly. In the elderly, in particular, like Jane his poetry and flavored white body, "you know the statistics scholars, terms used in the poem he almost did not go beyond cognitive-year-old child?" I read a lot from the sub Wordsworth, including engraved on the "loft" door that song "To the butterfly," but listen to her from carols, elegiac sonnet talked all the way, familiar, only admire. Do not understand is why there is not a long trunk, a slip of the famous knob jockey statue, only that no poet? Old man's answer was simply: "It is senseless people today!"
And my experience, although the UK is the first country collapse of the Christian faith, and even Montesquieu said, "In the UK there is no religion," but in fact, they own their own religion, and that is the only situation in pantheism and on the role in order to nature knob jockey worship replace knob jockey faith in God. Wordsworth had dried up chanting love of nature, is a manifestation knob jockey of this belief. Due to think only in nature have the best of humanity, only concerned knob jockey with dust and light rain wind took heavy piece is the best taste, they are attention through their own efforts, knob jockey so that the heart has always held a holy instrument, so that really works with Longsheng creation knob jockey Houci get on. But they did not expect that his younger so quickly changed the gods, with the material to replace the spirit and substance of this natural ingredient day less artificial artificial growing. Ralph Waldo Emerson said, the British islanders who is a pervasive attitude, good old cases without aid hi changed. He cited the words of Francis Bacon, that there is only time real reformers. Today, over time, this tradition is really gone. I sigh and old people.
A week later, back to Grasmere, there is time for a walk around the lake. Front view, people straight to the ancients, "Poetry eyeful can not cut" a good sentence. Evening knob jockey among the division, was drying lost primaries grass turning green again, daffodils by the sun transpiration, Fragrance convergence, add more air clarity. In another moment, mountains gradually darkens, the moonlight as Dicey general. The lake has become more indigo, and thrown little spot. Nearby, parked the car where hay, cattle and sheep down. Every family fence closed, the land silently. Control Constable Boer and Turner paintings, scattered in Wordsworth described by the British mountains and plains, clean wood, grass scenery knob jockey is still there. Serene nature, ah, all-inclusive, it seems still recognized poets speak for himself; poet generous ah, let more than seventy thousand Wash Words, all open, fancy sharing his world. Unfortunately ah ......
So what is poetry? Still can not help but think of the definition of the British, Victorian critic Arnold when he said, "Poetry is the essence of people's minds." Then after a century, Hazlitt said, poetry is "part of life, fine." Personal feelings, poetry is the language of the soul dedicated to gifts, either resist absurd existence, but also can give hope for the future. So when the "911", the Americans used poetry to heal; the financial crisis, knob jockey Greek poetry and self-motivation; earthquake, Chinese people to overcome the pain by writing poetry. The bottom line, the poem's most faithful to the human heart, and give all the unspeakable experience knob jockey name. It is of course often brilliant smooth good people add to the fun day, but when you encounter stress and combat, and only it, is you go to sleep shore crossing the truest Merciful.
Why poetry can do this? Wordsworth knob jockey put it good, because knob jockey it is "the beginning and end of all knowledge," which "the most philosophical sense in all writing," its purpose is the truth, knob jockey and "not the individual partial truths, but in general The truth always comes into play. " I do not know how many people today can recognize him the definition of sublime poetry? They stay away from poetry, poetry allowed to become a victim of misunderstanding and prejudice. I still recall the 1920s, American poet Marquis remark: publishing a collection knob jockey of poems, like throwing a rose into the Grand Canyon, and then listen to the echo. Today, the harbor but unwilling to read like this dying man is probably not much, and even rose petals too fast so no bar.
This to England, the first to go is Westminster Abbey. With Voltaire's words, is not to pay tribute to the king's mausoleum, just great Zhanbai inscriptions. He said the great man, refers both to scientists, but also refers to the poet. I find Wordsworth in the transept of the church, "Poets' Corner, knob jockey he sit there, surrounded by the great poet Chaucer, Milton, Tennyson, Burns, Byron, Shelley and Keats. For various reasons, some of them have not been set as the award body. Eliot was the most beloved poet Englishman elected, his tombstone lying on the ground only. At that time, I was seated in front of Fahrenheit trance, behind came a light drink: "Be careful, you stepped on a poet!" knob jockey A young man pointing at Ehrlich tombstone, serious face remind son. Unruly kid, who has shown signs of high nose and deeply set eyes angry, embarrassed straight froze there. I gently wipe marks foot monument, look young, good for a long time, I was very happy.
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