 | Jo Beverley - 1999 - 356 Seiten
...of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse does all she can To make her foster child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came . . . Then, exhausting that slim volume, she progressed desperately on to the poems of Sir Walter Scott:... | |
 | Roger Lundin, Anthony C. Thiselton, Clarence Walhout - 1999 - 280 Seiten
...Up," in William Wordsworth, ed. Stephen ( .ill (New York: Oxford University Press, 1984), 246. mate Man, / Forget the glories he hath known, / And that imperial palace whence he came." That "Inmate" is a "little Actor" who "cons another part" at each stage of growth, arriving at last... | |
 | Richard F. Hardin - 2000 - 300 Seiten
...role is perhaps best described by Wordsworth's "Intimations" ode: The homely Nurse ( Earth, Nature] doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate...hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came, (lines 82-85) Each foundling retains a mysterious otherness. Chloe possesses a spiritually charged... | |
 | Elaine Hartnell - 2000 - 230 Seiten
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 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2001 - 490 Seiten
...she hath in her own natural kind, And e'en with something of a mother's mind, , And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child,...hath known And that imperial palace whence he came : — WORDSWORTH. present commentary, in the fifth, sixth, and seventh stanzas of Dr. Henry More's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2001 - 552 Seiten
...she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child,...hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. ******* 0 joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was... | |
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Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories... 
