Lyrical Ballads: Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798D. Nutt, 1891 - 227 psl. |
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... medium . Accordingly I wrote ' The Idiot Boy , ' ' Her eyes are wild , ' & c . , ' We are Seven , ' ' The Thorn , ' and some others . " Wordsworth's recollection of what Coleridge had written in his Biographia viii PREFACE.
... medium . Accordingly I wrote ' The Idiot Boy , ' ' Her eyes are wild , ' & c . , ' We are Seven , ' ' The Thorn , ' and some others . " Wordsworth's recollection of what Coleridge had written in his Biographia viii PREFACE.
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... Thorn , as the reader will soon discover , is not supposed to be spoken in the author's own per- son : the character of the loquacious narrator will sufficiently shew itself in the course of the story . The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere ...
... Thorn , as the reader will soon discover , is not supposed to be spoken in the author's own per- son : the character of the loquacious narrator will sufficiently shew itself in the course of the story . The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere ...
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... Thorn . · 95 V 98 v 105 110 115 V . 117 The last of the Flock The Dungeon ] . The Mad Mother The Idiot Boy 133 139 141 149 V Lines written near Richmond , upon the Thames , at Evening 180 Expostulation and Reply 183 v The Tables ...
... Thorn . · 95 V 98 v 105 110 115 V . 117 The last of the Flock The Dungeon ] . The Mad Mother The Idiot Boy 133 139 141 149 V Lines written near Richmond , upon the Thames , at Evening 180 Expostulation and Reply 183 v The Tables ...
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... thorn ; it looks so old , In truth you'd find it hard to say , How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and grey . Not higher than a two - years ' child , It stands erect this aged thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ...
... thorn ; it looks so old , In truth you'd find it hard to say , How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and grey . Not higher than a two - years ' child , It stands erect this aged thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ...
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... thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent , To drag it to the ground ' ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor thorn for ever . III . High on a mountain's highest ...
... thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent , To drag it to the ground ' ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor thorn for ever . III . High on a mountain's highest ...
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Lyrical Ballads Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798 William Wordsworth,Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1890 |
Lyrical Ballads Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798 William Wordsworth,Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1890 |
Lyrical Ballads Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798 William Wordsworth,Samuel Taylor Coleridge Peržiūra negalima - 2018 |
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Albatross Alfoxden Ancyent Marinere babe Basil Montagu Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breeze bright changes of text chatter child church-yard cold Coleridge dead dear door doth dreadful edition eyes fair fear Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm looks Lyrical Ballads maid Martha Ray mind moon moonlight mov'd Nether Stowey never night Nightingale o'er oh misery owlets pain pleasure poem pond pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Salisbury Plain Ship side silent Simon Lee soul spirit stanza stars stood strange sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro TINTERN ABBEY tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Wordsworth
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206 psl. - 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.
208 psl. - Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay : For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
66 psl. - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
210 psl. - 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...
202 psl. - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye ; But oft, in lonely rooms and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness sensations sweet, Felt in the blood and felt along the heart...
44 psl. - How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
112 psl. - And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
ix psl. - 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.
xii psl. - 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...
110 psl. - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. 74 75 "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said And wondering looked at me.