Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other PoemsT.N. Longman and O.Rees, 1802 |
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Էջ xix
... kind very different from that which is supposed by many persons to be the proper object of poetry . I do not know how without being culpably particular I can give my Reader a more exact notion of the style in which I wished these poems ...
... kind very different from that which is supposed by many persons to be the proper object of poetry . I do not know how without being culpably particular I can give my Reader a more exact notion of the style in which I wished these poems ...
Էջ xxxi
... kind for those which are unattainable by him ; and endeavours occasionally to surpass his original , in order to make some amends for the general inferiority to which he feels that he must submit . But this would be to encourage ...
... kind for those which are unattainable by him ; and endeavours occasionally to surpass his original , in order to make some amends for the general inferiority to which he feels that he must submit . But this would be to encourage ...
Էջ xl
... Among the qualities which I have enumerated as principally conducing to form a Poet , is implied nothing differing in kind from other men , but only in degree . The sum of what I have there said is , that the Poet XL . PREFACE .
... Among the qualities which I have enumerated as principally conducing to form a Poet , is implied nothing differing in kind from other men , but only in degree . The sum of what I have there said is , that the Poet XL . PREFACE .
Էջ li
... kind and in whatever de- gree , from various causes is qualified by various pleasures , so that in describing any passions what- soever , which are voluntarily described , the mind will upon the whole be in a state of enjoyment . Now ...
... kind and in whatever de- gree , from various causes is qualified by various pleasures , so that in describing any passions what- soever , which are voluntarily described , the mind will upon the whole be in a state of enjoyment . Now ...
Էջ lviii
... kind of poetry , or this is not poetry ; but this wants sense ; it is neither interesting in itself , nor can lead to any thing interesting ; the images neither origi- nate in that sane state of feeling which arises out of thought , nor ...
... kind of poetry , or this is not poetry ; but this wants sense ; it is neither interesting in itself , nor can lead to any thing interesting ; the images neither origi- nate in that sane state of feeling which arises out of thought , nor ...
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Էջ 195 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Էջ 196 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Էջ vii - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language...
Էջ 198 - My dear dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear dear Sister! and this prayer I make Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lend From joy to joy...
Էջ xxxviii - The remotest discoveries of the Chemist, the Botanist, or Mineralogist will be as proper objects of the Poet's art as any upon which it can be employed if the time should ever come when these things shall be familiar to us and the relations under which they are contemplated by the followers of these respective sciences shall be manifestly and palpably material to us as enjoying and suffering beings.
Էջ 153 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Էջ xxxvii - He is the rock of defence for human nature; an upholder and preserver, carrying everywhere with him relationship and love. In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs : in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Էջ 194 - In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro...
Էջ 92 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Էջ 192 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Among the woods and copses, nor disturb The wild green landscape. Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!