Lyrical BalladsDuckworth, 1920 - 263 psl. |
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Alfoxden ancient Mariner Ancyent Marinere babe beneath Betty Foy Betty's bird Boat breeze bright Cain child Coleridge Coleridge's Cottle curse dark dead dear doth earth Ellen fair father fear feel Female Vagrant gentle Goody Blake green groans Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Heaven idiot boy Johnny Kilve Lamb LEWTI light limbs LINES WRITTEN look Lyrical Ballads Martha Ray Matthews Dent mind moon moonlight mother nature Nether Stowey never night Nightingale o'er pain pass'd Peter Bell pleasure poem poet poetic poetry poor pray quoth river Swale rock round S. T. Coleridge sense ship silent Simon Lee soul Southey spirit stanza stars stood Stowey Susan sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought Tintern Abbey tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest weft wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woman wood words Wordsworth
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26 psl. - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
25 psl. - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round*; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound...
5 psl. - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
126 psl. - Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift. Of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened...
xliii psl. - ... my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted: — and how exquisitely, too—- Theme this but little heard of among men—- The external World is fitted to the Mind; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish: — this is our high argument.
216 psl. - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
130 psl. - The dreary intercourse of daily life Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee...
130 psl. - 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!
129 psl. - ... of the meadows and the woods. And mountains: and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, — both what they half create. And what perceive ; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse. The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
130 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...