Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond |
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One morn we strollid on our dry walk , Our quiet house all full in view , And held
such intermitted talk As we are wont to do . My thoughts on former pleasures ran ;
I thought of Kilve ' s delightful shore , My pleasant home , when spring began , A ...
One morn we strollid on our dry walk , Our quiet house all full in view , And held
such intermitted talk As we are wont to do . My thoughts on former pleasures ran ;
I thought of Kilve ' s delightful shore , My pleasant home , when spring began , A ...
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Hart leap Well is a small spring of water , about five miles from Richmond in
Yorkshire , and near the side of the road which leads from Richmond to Askrigg .
Its name is derived from a remarkable chace , the memory of which is preserved
by ...
Hart leap Well is a small spring of water , about five miles from Richmond in
Yorkshire , and near the side of the road which leads from Richmond to Askrigg .
Its name is derived from a remarkable chace , the memory of which is preserved
by ...
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Upon his side the Hart was lying stretch ' d , His nose half touch ' d a spring
beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetch ' d ne ' The
waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest ,
Was ...
Upon his side the Hart was lying stretch ' d , His nose half touch ' d a spring
beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetch ' d ne ' The
waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest ,
Was ...
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... beneath the shade By those embowering hollies madě , . The leaves in
myriads jump and spring , As if with pipes and music rare Some Robin Good -
fellow were there , And all those leaves that jump and spring , . . Were each a
joyous living ...
... beneath the shade By those embowering hollies madě , . The leaves in
myriads jump and spring , As if with pipes and music rare Some Robin Good -
fellow were there , And all those leaves that jump and spring , . . Were each a
joyous living ...
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On silence Mathew Izr , and syed The spring beneath the tree ; Ani share the bez
old Man replied , The get - hard Man of glee .- Down to the vale this water steers ,
" Twmuner on a thonsand years And som as now it soms And here , on this ...
On silence Mathew Izr , and syed The spring beneath the tree ; Ani share the bez
old Man replied , The get - hard Man of glee .- Down to the vale this water steers ,
" Twmuner on a thonsand years And som as now it soms And here , on this ...
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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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