Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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... hand I was well aware that by those who should dislike them they would be read with more than common dislike . The result has differed from my expectation in this only , that I have pleased a greater number , than I ventured to hope I ...
... hand I was well aware that by those who should dislike them they would be read with more than common dislike . The result has differed from my expectation in this only , that I have pleased a greater number , than I ventured to hope I ...
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... hand ( what it must be allowed will much more frequently happen ) if the Poet's words should be incommensurate with the passion , and inadequate to raise the Reader to a height of desirable excitement , then , ( unless the Poet's choice ...
... hand ( what it must be allowed will much more frequently happen ) if the Poet's words should be incommensurate with the passion , and inadequate to raise the Reader to a height of desirable excitement , then , ( unless the Poet's choice ...
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... hand . " Immediately under these lines I will place one of the most justly admired stanzas of the " Babes in the Wood . " " These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering PREFACE . xxxix .
... hand . " Immediately under these lines I will place one of the most justly admired stanzas of the " Babes in the Wood . " " These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering PREFACE . xxxix .
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With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. " These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering up and down ; But never more they saw the Man Approaching from the Town . " In both of these stanzas the words , and the order of ...
With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. " These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering up and down ; But never more they saw the Man Approaching from the Town . " In both of these stanzas the words , and the order of ...
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... lusty splinter , And many a rotten bough about . Yet never had she , well or sick , As every man who knew her says , A pile before hand , wood or stick , Enough to warm her for three days . Now when the frost was past enduring , And made ...
... lusty splinter , And many a rotten bough about . Yet never had she , well or sick , As every man who knew her says , A pile before hand , wood or stick , Enough to warm her for three days . Now when the frost was past enduring , And made ...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1 William Wordsworth Visualização integral - 1800 |
Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1 William Wordsworth Visualização integral - 1800 |
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Albatross ANCIENT MARINER babe beauty Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze bright chatter child composition dead dear door fair father fear feelings friends Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Hermit high crag hill of moss hope idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm look look'd Maid Martha Ray metre mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd nature never night numbers o'er oh misery old Susan owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry pond pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray prose Quoth Reader sails Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit stanza stars Stephen Hill stood Susan Gale sweet tale tautology tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tion Twas verse voice wedding-guest weep wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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Página 203 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 53 - 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." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. " Two of us In the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the churchyard cottage, I " Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 204 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Página 182 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE "Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast — If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Página 55 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Página 202 - 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!
Página xlviii - 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. Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking ! — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Página 207 - 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...
Página 89 - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Página xiv - For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: and though this be true, poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought long and deeply. For our continued influxes of feeling are modified and directed by our thoughts, which are indeed the representatives of all our past feelings...