Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Volum 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 sider |
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Side 109
... moans , poor Susan groans ; The clock gives warning for eleven ; " Tis on the stroke- " If Johnny's near , " Quoth Betty " he will soon be here , " As sure as there's a moon in heaven . " The clock is on the stroke of twelve , And 109.
... moans , poor Susan groans ; The clock gives warning for eleven ; " Tis on the stroke- " If Johnny's near , " Quoth Betty " he will soon be here , " As sure as there's a moon in heaven . " The clock is on the stroke of twelve , And 109.
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... quoth he- " Nay , if thou'st got a laughsome tale , " Mariner ! come with me . " He holds him with his skinny hand , Quoth he , there was a Ship- " Now get thee hence , thou grey - beard Loon ! " Or my Staff shall make thee skip . " He ...
... quoth he- " Nay , if thou'st got a laughsome tale , " Mariner ! come with me . " He holds him with his skinny hand , Quoth he , there was a Ship- " Now get thee hence , thou grey - beard Loon ! " Or my Staff shall make thee skip . " He ...
Side 159
... Quoth she , and whistled thrice . A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled thro ' his bones ; Thro ' the hole of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Half whistles and half - groans . With never a whisper in the Sea Off darts the ...
... Quoth she , and whistled thrice . A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled thro ' his bones ; Thro ' the hole of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Half whistles and half - groans . With never a whisper in the Sea Off darts the ...
Side 172
... quoth one , " Is this the man ? " By him who died on cross , " With his cruel bow he lay'd full low " The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who ' bideth by himself " In the land of mist and snow , " He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man ...
... quoth one , " Is this the man ? " By him who died on cross , " With his cruel bow he lay'd full low " The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who ' bideth by himself " In the land of mist and snow , " He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man ...
Side 173
William Wordsworth. The other was a softer voice , As soft as honey - dew : Quoth he the man hath penance done , And penance more will do . VI . FIRST VOICE . " But tell me , 173.
William Wordsworth. The other was a softer voice , As soft as honey - dew : Quoth he the man hath penance done , And penance more will do . VI . FIRST VOICE . " But tell me , 173.
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Albatross ancient Mariner Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze chatter cold composition dead dear door endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath 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'd looks Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mov'd nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan pain pass'd passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood Susan Gale sweet tale tautology tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought thro tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
Populære avsnitt
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.