Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond |
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In vain to me the smiling mornings shine , And reddening Phæbus lifts his golden
fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join , Or cheerful fields resume their
green attire ; These ears alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do ...
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine , And reddening Phæbus lifts his golden
fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join , Or cheerful fields resume their
green attire ; These ears alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do ...
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And the good south wind still blew behind , • But no sweet bird did follow , • Ne
any day for food or play • Came to the Marinere ' s hollo ! And I had done an
hellish thing And it would work ' em woe : • For all averr ' d , I had kill ' d the bird •
That ...
And the good south wind still blew behind , • But no sweet bird did follow , • Ne
any day for food or play • Came to the Marinere ' s hollo ! And I had done an
hellish thing And it would work ' em woe : • For all averr ' d , I had kill ' d the bird •
That ...
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And so the babe grew up a pretty boy , A pretty boy , but most unteachableAnd
never learnt a prayer , nor told a bead , But knew the names of birds , and
mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself : And all the autumn
' twas ...
And so the babe grew up a pretty boy , A pretty boy , but most unteachableAnd
never learnt a prayer , nor told a bead , But knew the names of birds , and
mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself : And all the autumn
' twas ...
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Let him be free of mountain solitudes , loayr And have around him , whether
heard or not , The pleasant melody of woodland birds . Few are his pleasures ; if
his eyes , which now Have been so long familiar with the earth , No more behold
the ...
Let him be free of mountain solitudes , loayr And have around him , whether
heard or not , The pleasant melody of woodland birds . Few are his pleasures ; if
his eyes , which now Have been so long familiar with the earth , No more behold
the ...
Стр. 134
So But in this lonesome nook the bird od 10 Did never build his nest . 739 403
Date No beast , no bird hath here his home ; . . The bees borne on the breezy air
Pass high above those fragrant bells To other flowers , to other dells , Nor ever ...
So But in this lonesome nook the bird od 10 Did never build his nest . 739 403
Date No beast , no bird hath here his home ; . . The bees borne on the breezy air
Pass high above those fragrant bells To other flowers , to other dells , Nor ever ...
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Стр. 153 - Is lightened : that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood, Almost suspended, we are laid asleep 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.
Стр. 103 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 154 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this *Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Стр. 152 - 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, With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone.
Стр. 92 - It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Стр. 154 - 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. 31 - The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she '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.
Стр. 1 - 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!
Стр. 91 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Стр. 90 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
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| Название | Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond, William Wordsworth |
| Автор | William Wordsworth |
| Издание: | 2 |
| Опубликована: | 1802 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 26 сен 2006 |
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