Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Випуск 356,Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 - 248 стор. |
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Сторінка xix
... bring my language near to the language of men , and further , because the pleasure which I have proposed to myself to impart is of a kind very different from that which is supposed by many persons to be the proper object of poetry . I ...
... bring my language near to the language of men , and further , because the pleasure which I have proposed to myself to impart is of a kind very different from that which is supposed by many persons to be the proper object of poetry . I ...
Сторінка xxii
... brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain . 1 fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear , And weep the more because I weep in vain . It will easily be perceived ...
... brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain . 1 fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear , And weep the more because I weep in vain . It will easily be perceived ...
Сторінка xxx
... bring his feelings near to those of the persons whose feelings he describes , nay , for short spaces of time perhaps , to let himself slip into an entire delusion , and even confound and identify his own feelings with theirs ; modifying ...
... bring his feelings near to those of the persons whose feelings he describes , nay , for short spaces of time perhaps , to let himself slip into an entire delusion , and even confound and identify his own feelings with theirs ; modifying ...
Сторінка liv
... bring my language near to the real language of men , if I have been too minute in pleading my own cause , I have at the same time been treat- ing a subject of general interest ; and it is for this reason that I request the Reader's ...
... bring my language near to the real language of men , if I have been too minute in pleading my own cause , I have at the same time been treat- ing a subject of general interest ; and it is for this reason that I request the Reader's ...
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... breathed by health , Truth breathed by cheerfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man , Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can , Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling 5.
... breathed by health , Truth breathed by cheerfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man , Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can , Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling 5.
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Albatross Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breath breeze chatter cold composition dead dear endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart high crag Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan Gale Owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader round sails senses fail Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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Сторінка 147 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Сторінка 154 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Сторінка 198 - Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Сторінка 171 - Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid ; a'nd it was he That made the ship to go.
Сторінка 168 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Сторінка 179 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Сторінка 170 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 171 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Сторінка xv - For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and, unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. The most effective of these causes are the great national events which are daily taking place, and the increasing accumulation of men in cities, where the uniformity of their occupations produces a craving for extraordinary incident, which the rapid communication of intelligence...
Сторінка 54 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.