Lyrical Ballads: Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798D. Nutt, 1890 - Всего страниц: 227 |
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... We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah wel - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung . III . I saw a something in the Sky No 14.
... We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah wel - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung . III . I saw a something in the Sky No 14.
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... " The skeletons of leaves that lag " My forest brook along : " When the Ivy - tod is heavy with snow , " And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below " That eats the she - wolf's young . " Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look- ( 45.
... " The skeletons of leaves that lag " My forest brook along : " When the Ivy - tod is heavy with snow , " And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below " That eats the she - wolf's young . " Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look- ( 45.
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... young man escaped . MARIA . ' Tis a sweet tale : Such as would lull a listening child to sleep , His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tears.— And what became of him ? FOSTER - MOTHER . He went on ship - board With those bold voyagers ...
... young man escaped . MARIA . ' Tis a sweet tale : Such as would lull a listening child to sleep , His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tears.— And what became of him ? FOSTER - MOTHER . He went on ship - board With those bold voyagers ...
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... young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ; that he , who feels contempt For any living thing , hath faculties Which he has 61.
... young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ; that he , who feels contempt For any living thing , hath faculties Which he has 61.
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... young Harry Gill ? That evermore his teeth they chatter , Chatter , chatter , chatter still . Of waistcoats Harry has no lack , Good duffle grey , and flannel fine ; He has a blanket on his back , And coats enough to smother nine . In ...
... young Harry Gill ? That evermore his teeth they chatter , Chatter , chatter , chatter still . Of waistcoats Harry has no lack , Good duffle grey , and flannel fine ; He has a blanket on his back , And coats enough to smother nine . In ...
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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.