Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, المجلد 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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الصفحة vii
... look coldly upon my arguments , since I might be suspected of having been principally influenced by the selfish and foolish hope of reasoning him into an approbation of these particular Poems : and I was still more unwilling to ...
... look coldly upon my arguments , since I might be suspected of having been principally influenced by the selfish and foolish hope of reasoning him into an approbation of these particular Poems : and I was still more unwilling to ...
الصفحة xxi
... give my Reader a more exact notion of the style in which I wished these poems to be writ- ten than by informing him that I have at all times 7 endeavoured to look steadily at my subject , con- sequently PREFACE . xxi .
... give my Reader a more exact notion of the style in which I wished these poems to be writ- ten than by informing him that I have at all times 7 endeavoured to look steadily at my subject , con- sequently PREFACE . xxi .
الصفحة xxii
With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. endeavoured to look steadily at my subject , con- sequently I hope it will be found that there is in these Poems little falsehood of description , and that my ideas are expressed in ...
With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. endeavoured to look steadily at my subject , con- sequently I hope it will be found that there is in these Poems little falsehood of description , and that my ideas are expressed in ...
الصفحة 1
... , “ And dream your time away ? " Where are your books ? that light bequeath'd " To beings else forlorn and blind ! " Up ! Up ! and drink the spirit breath'd " From dead men to their kind . " You look round on your mother earth , " 1.
... , “ And dream your time away ? " Where are your books ? that light bequeath'd " To beings else forlorn and blind ! " Up ! Up ! and drink the spirit breath'd " From dead men to their kind . " You look round on your mother earth , " 1.
الصفحة 2
With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. " You look round on your mother earth , " As if she for no purpose bore you ; " As if you were her first - born birth , " And none had lived before you ! " One morning thus , by ...
With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. " You look round on your mother earth , " As if she for no purpose bore you ; " As if you were her first - born birth , " And none had lived before you ! " One morning thus , by ...
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Albatross ANCIENT MARINER babe beauty Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze bright chatter child composition dead dear door fair father fear feelings friends Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Hermit high crag hill of moss hope idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm look look'd Maid Martha Ray metre mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd nature never night numbers o'er oh misery old Susan owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry pond pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray prose Quoth Reader sails Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit stanza stars Stephen Hill stood Susan Gale sweet tale tautology tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tion Twas verse voice wedding-guest weep wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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الصفحة 203 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
الصفحة 53 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. " Two of us In the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the churchyard cottage, I " Dwell near them with my mother.
الصفحة 204 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
الصفحة 182 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE "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.
الصفحة 55 - 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.
الصفحة 202 - 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. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft. In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye!
الصفحة xlviii - 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.
الصفحة 207 - 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...
الصفحة 89 - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
الصفحة xiv - For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: and though this be true, poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought long and deeply. For our continued influxes of feeling are modified and directed by our thoughts, which are indeed the representatives of all our past feelings...