Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsJ. & A. Arch, 1798 - 210 psl. "A landmark in Romanticism, and one of the most celebrated of all collaborative literary works, Lyrical Ballads includes Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey' and the earliest version of Coleridge's 'Rime of the Ancyent Marinere'. Originally the poem 'Lewti' appeared on pages 63-7; but as this was known to be by Coleridge and the authors wished to preserve their anonymity, these leaves were cancelled before publication and replaced by 'The Nightingale'. The corresponding change was made in the table of contents"--Abebooks website. Pagination errors remained as a result of the substitution of 'The Nightingale." |
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... gone ; and now the wedding - guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door . He went , like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . the FOSTER - MOTHER'S TALE , A DRAMATIC ...
... gone ; and now the wedding - guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door . He went , like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . the FOSTER - MOTHER'S TALE , A DRAMATIC ...
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... gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help , and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no ...
... gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help , and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no ...
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... gone to sea . " Two of us in the church - yard lie , " My sister and my brother , " And in the church - yard cottage , I " Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , " And two are gone to sea , " Yet you are ...
... gone to sea . " Two of us in the church - yard lie , " My sister and my brother , " And in the church - yard cottage , I " Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , " And two are gone to sea , " Yet you are ...
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... not left alive They dwindled , dwindled , one by one , And I may say that many a time I wished they all were gone : They dwindled one by one away ; For me it was a woeful day . To wicked deeds I was inclined , And wicked fancies 136.
... not left alive They dwindled , dwindled , one by one , And I may say that many a time I wished they all were gone : They dwindled one by one away ; For me it was a woeful day . To wicked deeds I was inclined , And wicked fancies 136.
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... gone and far away . I'll teach my boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little babe ! thy lips are still , And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks ...
... gone and far away . I'll teach my boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little babe ! thy lips are still , And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks ...
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Albatross ancyent Marinere babe behold Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright bright eye child church-yard cold dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green grief happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd never night o'er oh misery owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship side silent Simon Lee snow soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry
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111 psl. - 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.
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, 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.
7 psl. - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.
205 psl. - 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.
202 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
35 psl. - 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.
112 psl. - Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
203 psl. - 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 ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
210 psl. - 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'.
206 psl. - 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
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