Lyrical Ballads: Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798D. Nutt, 1890 - Всего страниц: 227 |
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... cold Country towards the South Pole ; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean ; and of the strange things that befell ; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own ...
... cold Country towards the South Pole ; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean ; and of the strange things that befell ; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own ...
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... Her lips are red , her looks are free , Her locks are yellow as gold : Her skin is as white as leprosy , And she is far liker Death than he ; Her flesh makes the still air cold . The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing 18.
... Her lips are red , her looks are free , Her locks are yellow as gold : Her skin is as white as leprosy , And she is far liker Death than he ; Her flesh makes the still air cold . The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing 18.
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... I clos'd my lids and kept them close , Till the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye , And the dead were at my feet . The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Ne rot 22.
... I clos'd my lids and kept them close , Till the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye , And the dead were at my feet . The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Ne rot 22.
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... cold sweat melted from their limbs , Ne rot , ne reek did they ; The look with which they look'd on me , Had never pass'd away . An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse ...
... cold sweat melted from their limbs , Ne rot , ne reek did they ; The look with which they look'd on me , Had never pass'd away . An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse ...
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... that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams And still my body drank . I mov'd and could not feel my limbs , I 26.
... that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams And still my body drank . I mov'd and could not feel my limbs , I 26.
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Alfoxden ALFRED NUTT ANCYENT MARINERE ANDREW LANG babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds breeze bright changes of text chatter child cold Coleridge dead dear doth dreadful Edited EDWARD DOWDEN English FABLES fair fear Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's JOSEPH JACOBS Kilve land of mist limbs Lines written Liswyn farm looks Lyrical Ballads maid Martha Ray mind moon moonlight mov'd Nether Stowey never night NUTT o'er oh misery old Susan pain pleasure poem pond pony poor old porringer pray Quoth Roger of Hoveden round Salisbury Plain Ship silent soul spirit stanza stood Susan Gale sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro Tintern Abbey tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Wordsworth
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Стр. 208 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured 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; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'. Nor, perchance If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Стр. 33 - 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.
Стр. 111 - 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.
Стр. 208 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Стр. 60 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Стр. 203 - The picture of the mind revives again ; While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Стр. 200 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Стр. viii - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Стр. 204 - 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 39 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn ; And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness, The steady weathercock.