Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Հատոր 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 էջ |
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... them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance , their affections are kindred and almost identi- cal , not necessarily differing even in degree ; * Poetry sheds no tears " such as Angels weep PREFACE . xxiii .
... them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance , their affections are kindred and almost identi- cal , not necessarily differing even in degree ; * Poetry sheds no tears " such as Angels weep PREFACE . xxiii .
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William Wordsworth. * Poetry sheds no tears " such as Angels weep , " but natural and human tears ; she can boast of no celestial Ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose ; the same human blood circulates through the ...
William Wordsworth. * Poetry sheds no tears " such as Angels weep , " but natural and human tears ; she can boast of no celestial Ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose ; the same human blood circulates through the ...
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... broad high - way , I met ; Along the broad high - way he came , His cheeks with tears were wet . Sturdy he seemed , though he was sad ; And in his arms a Lamb he had . He saw me , and he turned aside , As 18 The Last of the Flock.
... broad high - way , I met ; Along the broad high - way he came , His cheeks with tears were wet . Sturdy he seemed , though he was sad ; And in his arms a Lamb he had . He saw me , and he turned aside , As 18 The Last of the Flock.
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... tears away . I followed him , and said , " My Friend " What ails you ? wherefore weep you so ? ” " Shame on me , Sir ! this lusty Lamb , He makes my tears to flow . To - day I fetched him from the rock ; He is the last of all my flock ...
... tears away . I followed him , and said , " My Friend " What ails you ? wherefore weep you so ? ” " Shame on me , Sir ! this lusty Lamb , He makes my tears to flow . To - day I fetched him from the rock ; He is the last of all my flock ...
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... tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride ,, Howe'er disguised in its own ...
... tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride ,, Howe'er disguised in its own ...
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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.