Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Հատոր 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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... sound and vigorous , should always be accompa- nied with an overbalance of pleasure . Now the music of harmonious metrical language , the sense of difficulty overcome , and the blind association of pleasure which has been previously ...
... sound and vigorous , should always be accompa- nied with an overbalance of pleasure . Now the music of harmonious metrical language , the sense of difficulty overcome , and the blind association of pleasure which has been previously ...
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... , but to such and such classes of people it will appear mean or ludicrous . " This mode of criticism so destructive of all sound unadulterated judgment is almost universal : I have therefore to request that the Reader PREFACE . XLI .
... , but to such and such classes of people it will appear mean or ludicrous . " This mode of criticism so destructive of all sound unadulterated judgment is almost universal : I have therefore to request that the Reader PREFACE . XLI .
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... sound , And no man was so full of glee ; To say the least , four counties round Had heard of Simon Lee ; His master's dead , and no one now Dwells in the hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and horses , all are dead ; He is the sole survivor ...
... sound , And no man was so full of glee ; To say the least , four counties round Had heard of Simon Lee ; His master's dead , and no one now Dwells in the hall of Ivor ; Men , dogs , and horses , all are dead ; He is the sole survivor ...
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... sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrows ) he and such as he First named these notes a melancholy strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit ; Poet , who hath been building up the rhyme " Most musical , most melancholy . " This ...
... sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrows ) he and such as he First named these notes a melancholy strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit ; Poet , who hath been building up the rhyme " Most musical , most melancholy . " This ...
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... sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit , of his song And of his fame forgetful ! so his fame Should share in nature's immortality , A venerable thing ! and so his song Should make all nature lovelier , and itself Be ...
... sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit , of his song And of his fame forgetful ! so his fame Should share in nature's immortality , A venerable thing ! and so his song Should make all nature lovelier , and itself Be ...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Հատոր 1 William Wordsworth Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1800 |
Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Հատոր 1 William Wordsworth Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1800 |
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Էջ 198 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Էջ 172 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Էջ 208 - 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 209 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Էջ 204 - In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, 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 2 - Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Էջ 55 - Her eyes were fair, and very fair : Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Էջ 189 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight...
Էջ 4 - The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow, Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
Էջ 141 - And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade— There came and look'd him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!