Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Utgave 356,Volum 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 - 248 sider |
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Side 60
... Two Volumes William Wordsworth. O dearest , dearest Boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn , Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn . LINES Written at a small distance from my House , 60.
... Two Volumes William Wordsworth. O dearest , dearest Boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn , Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn . LINES Written at a small distance from my House , 60.
Side 117
... . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot . Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " Then up along the town she hies , No wonder 7 .
... . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot . Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " Then up along the town she hies , No wonder 7 .
Side 119
... therein . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " A thought is come into her head : " The 119.
... therein . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " A thought is come into her head : " The 119.
Side 138
... thee have no fear of me , But , safe as in a cradle , here , My lovely Baby ! thou shalt be , To thee I know too much I owe ; I cannot work thee any woe . A fire was once within my brain ; And in my head a dull , dull pain ; And ...
... thee have no fear of me , But , safe as in a cradle , here , My lovely Baby ! thou shalt be , To thee I know too much I owe ; I cannot work thee any woe . A fire was once within my brain ; And in my head a dull , dull pain ; And ...
Side 139
... cannot work me harm , Nor leaping torrents when they howl ; The Babe I carry on my arm , He saves for me my precious soul : Then happy lie , for blest am I ; Without me my sweet Babe would die . Then do not fear , my Boy ! for thee 139.
... cannot work me harm , Nor leaping torrents when they howl ; The Babe I carry on my arm , He saves for me my precious soul : Then happy lie , for blest am I ; Without me my sweet Babe would die . Then do not fear , my Boy ! for thee 139.
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Albatross Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breath breeze chatter cold composition dead dear endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head 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 Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan Gale Owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader round sails senses fail Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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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 154 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Side 198 - Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Side 171 - Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid ; a'nd it was he That made the ship to go.
Side 168 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Side 179 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Side 170 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 171 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Side xv - For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and, unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. The most effective of these causes are the great national events which are daily taking place, and the increasing accumulation of men in cities, where the uniformity of their occupations produces a craving for extraordinary incident, which the rapid communication of intelligence...
Side 54 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.