Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Հատոր 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 էջ |
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... Nightingale , written in April , 1798 The Idiot Boy The Mad Mother The Ancient Mariner 83 90 99 130 · 137 145 Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey 191 10 ENGLISH OXFORD LIBRARY 1 PREFACE . The first Volume CONTENTS .
... Nightingale , written in April , 1798 The Idiot Boy The Mad Mother The Ancient Mariner 83 90 99 130 · 137 145 Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey 191 10 ENGLISH OXFORD LIBRARY 1 PREFACE . The first Volume CONTENTS .
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... MARINER , the FOSTER - MOTHER'S TALE , the NIGHTINGALE , and the Poem entitled LovE . I should not , however , have requested this assistance , had I not believed that the Poems of my Friend would in a great measure have the same ...
... MARINER , the FOSTER - MOTHER'S TALE , the NIGHTINGALE , and the Poem entitled LovE . I should not , however , have requested this assistance , had I not believed that the Poems of my Friend would in a great measure have the same ...
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... journey ; he replied That he was going many miles to take A last leave of his Son , a Mariner , Who from a sea - fight had been brought to Falmouth , And there was dying in an hospital . GOODY BLAKE and HARRY GILL , A TRUE STORY . 8.
... journey ; he replied That he was going many miles to take A last leave of his Son , a Mariner , Who from a sea - fight had been brought to Falmouth , And there was dying in an hospital . GOODY BLAKE and HARRY GILL , A TRUE STORY . 8.
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... mariner the sail unfurl'd , And whistling , called the wind that hardly curled The silent sea . From the sweet thoughts of home , And from all hope I was for ever hurled . For me farthest from earthly port to roam Was best , could I but ...
... mariner the sail unfurl'd , And whistling , called the wind that hardly curled The silent sea . From the sweet thoughts of home , And from all hope I was for ever hurled . For me farthest from earthly port to roam Was best , could I but ...
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... fit for food ; Then , pretty dear , be not afraid ; We'll find thy Father in the wood . Now laugh and be gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe ; we'll live for aye . THE ANCIENT MARINER , A POET'S REVERIE . } THE 142.
... fit for food ; Then , pretty dear , be not afraid ; We'll find thy Father in the wood . Now laugh and be gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe ; we'll live for aye . THE ANCIENT MARINER , A POET'S REVERIE . } THE 142.
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Էջ xxxvii - The Man of science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and loves it in his solitude: the Poet singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion. Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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 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.
Էջ viii - ... because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity and consequently may be more accurately contemplated and more forcibly communicated; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings and from the necessary character of rural occupations are more easily comprehended and are more durable; and, lastly, because in that condition the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
Էջ 51 - 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 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!
Էջ vii - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Էջ 130 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Էջ 192 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Էջ 197 - 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.