Lyrical Ballads: Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798D. Nutt, 1890 - Всего страниц: 227 |
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Стр. vii
... till it became too important for our first object , which was limited to the expectation of five pounds , and we began to talk of a volume , which was to consist , as Mr. Coleridge has told the world , of poems chiefly on natural ...
... till it became too important for our first object , which was limited to the expectation of five pounds , and we began to talk of a volume , which was to consist , as Mr. Coleridge has told the world , of poems chiefly on natural ...
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... Till over the mast at noon- The wedding - guest here beat his breast , For he heard the loud bassoon . The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall , Red as a rose is she ; 10 Nodding their heads before her goes The merry Minstralsy . い 13 The ...
... Till over the mast at noon- The wedding - guest here beat his breast , For he heard the loud bassoon . The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall , Red as a rose is she ; 10 Nodding their heads before her goes The merry Minstralsy . い 13 The ...
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... 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 . 10 The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Ne 22.
... 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 . 10 The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Ne 22.
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... yet still the sails made on : A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Listen , O listen , thou Wedding - guest ! 30.
... yet still the sails made on : A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Listen , O listen , thou Wedding - guest ! 30.
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... all return'd to work As silent as beforne . The Marineres all ' gan pull the ropes , But look at me they n'old : Thought I , I am as thin as air- They cannot me behold . Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze 31.
... all return'd to work As silent as beforne . The Marineres all ' gan pull the ropes , But look at me they n'old : Thought I , I am as thin as air- They cannot me behold . Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze 31.
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Стр. xii - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Стр. 113 - 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. 35 - 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. 185 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. 'Think you, "mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? '- Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Стр. 210 - 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. 210 - 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. 205 - 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. 202 - 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. 206 - 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.