Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond |
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Стр. 158
Oh ! yet a little while : May I behold in thee what I was once , : My dear , dear
Sister ! And this prayer I make , Knowing that Nature never did betray The Heart
that loved her ; ' tis her privilege , Through all the Years of this our life , to lead
From ...
Oh ! yet a little while : May I behold in thee what I was once , : My dear , dear
Sister ! And this prayer I make , Knowing that Nature never did betray The Heart
that loved her ; ' tis her privilege , Through all the Years of this our life , to lead
From ...
Стр. 111
Thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first in places far away :
Many flocks are on the hills , but thou wert own ' d by none , And thy Mother from
thy side for evermore was gone . “ He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought
thee ...
Thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first in places far away :
Many flocks are on the hills , but thou wert own ' d by none , And thy Mother from
thy side for evermore was gone . “ He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought
thee ...
Стр. 162
To - morrow thou will leaveme ; with full heast I look upon thee , for thou art the
same That wert a promise to me ere thy birthy . And all thy life hast been my daily
joy . I will relate to thee some little part in Of our two histories ; ' will do thee good .
To - morrow thou will leaveme ; with full heast I look upon thee , for thou art the
same That wert a promise to me ere thy birthy . And all thy life hast been my daily
joy . I will relate to thee some little part in Of our two histories ; ' will do thee good .
Стр. 164
Isne bio stari wa bodrilo A It looks as if it never could endútenia Another Master ,
Heaven forgive me , Luke , If I judge ill for thee , but it seems good to That thou
should ' st go . ” At Ithis the Old Man paus ' d , tamil A Then pointing to the stones
...
Isne bio stari wa bodrilo A It looks as if it never could endútenia Another Master ,
Heaven forgive me , Luke , If I judge ill for thee , but it seems good to That thou
should ' st go . ” At Ithis the Old Man paus ' d , tamil A Then pointing to the stones
...
Стр. 165
Heaven bless thee , Boy ! Thy heart chese two weeks has been beating fast With
many hopes it should be som - yesyes I knew that thou could ' st never have a
wish To leave me , Luke , thou hast been bound to me Only by links of love ,
when ...
Heaven bless thee , Boy ! Thy heart chese two weeks has been beating fast With
many hopes it should be som - yesyes I knew that thou could ' st never have a
wish To leave me , Luke , thou hast been bound to me Only by links of love ,
when ...
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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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