Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1805 - 210 psl. |
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... head of those who , by their reasonings , have attempted to widen the space of separation betwixt Prose and Metrical composition , and was more than any other man curiously elaborate in the structure of his own poetic diction PREFACE . xxi.
... head of those who , by their reasonings , have attempted to widen the space of separation betwixt Prose and Metrical composition , and was more than any other man curiously elaborate in the structure of his own poetic diction PREFACE . xxi.
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... Poetry in which the language closely resembles that of life and nature . Such verses have been triumphed over in parodies of which Dr. Johnson's stanza is a fair specimen . " I put my hat upon my head , And Ivi PREFACE .
... Poetry in which the language closely resembles that of life and nature . Such verses have been triumphed over in parodies of which Dr. Johnson's stanza is a fair specimen . " I put my hat upon my head , And Ivi PREFACE .
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... head , And walk'd into the Strand , And there I met another man Whose hat was in his hand . " Immediately under these lines I will place one of the most justly admired stanzas of the " Babes in the Wood . " 1 " These pretty Babes with ...
... head , And walk'd into the Strand , And there I met another man Whose hat was in his hand . " Immediately under these lines I will place one of the most justly admired stanzas of the " Babes in the Wood . " 1 " These pretty Babes with ...
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... the mountain's head , A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread , His first sweet evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : The Tables turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject -
... the mountain's head , A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread , His first sweet evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : The Tables turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject -
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... may he never more be warm ! " The cold , cold moon above her head , Thus on her knees did Goody pray . Young Harry heard what she had said , And icy cold he turned away . He went complaining all the morrow That he was cold d 5 15.
... may he never more be warm ! " The cold , cold moon above her head , Thus on her knees did Goody pray . Young Harry heard what she had said , And icy cold he turned away . He went complaining all the morrow That he was cold d 5 15.
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Albatross Babe Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breath breeze chatter church-yard cold composition dead dear door endeavoured excitement fair Father fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Hermit Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live looks Maid Mariner Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan Owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader sails Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill Susan Gale sweet tale tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought tion tree truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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154 psl. - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
174 psl. - "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.
170 psl. - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; sometimes all little birds that are, how they seemed to fill the sea and air with their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
198 psl. - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
193 psl. - 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.
2 psl. - The eye it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 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.
146 psl. - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
viii psl. - The language too of these men is adopted (purified indeed from what appear to be its real defects, from all lasting and rational causes of dislike or disgust) because such men hourly communicate with the best objects from which the best part of language is originally derived...
195 psl. - 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 recompence. 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.
134 psl. - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng ; And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and...