Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond |
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... youths and maidens most poetical Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring In ball - rooms and hot theatres , they still Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's pity pleasing strains . My Friend , and my ...
... youths and maidens most poetical Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring In ball - rooms and hot theatres , they still Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's pity pleasing strains . My Friend , and my ...
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... youth whom I had loved so long That when I loved him not I cannot say ; ' Mid the green mountains many and many a song We two had sung , like little birds in May : When we began to tire of childish play We seemed still more and more to ...
... youth whom I had loved so long That when I loved him not I cannot say ; ' Mid the green mountains many and many a song We two had sung , like little birds in May : When we began to tire of childish play We seemed still more and more to ...
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... youth . Three years a wanderer , often have I view'd , In tears , the sun towards that country tend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude : And now across this moor my steps I bend- Oh ! tell me whither - for no earthly friend Have ...
... youth . Three years a wanderer , often have I view'd , In tears , the sun towards that country tend Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude : And now across this moor my steps I bend- Oh ! tell me whither - for no earthly friend Have ...
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... youth , but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of ...
... youth , but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of ...
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... youth and age Engendering in the blood of hale fourscore . For five long generations had the heart Of Walter's forefathers o'erflowed the bounds Of their inheritance , that single cottage , You see it yonder , and those few green fields ...
... youth and age Engendering in the blood of hale fourscore . For five long generations had the heart Of Walter's forefathers o'erflowed the bounds Of their inheritance , that single cottage , You see it yonder , and those few green fields ...
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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. 101 - 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.