Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1 tomasT.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... never attempted . Except in a very few instances the Reader will find no personi- fications of abstract ideas in these volumes , not that I mean to censure such personifications : they may be well fitted for certain sorts of com ...
... never attempted . Except in a very few instances the Reader will find no personi- fications of abstract ideas in these volumes , not that I mean to censure such personifications : they may be well fitted for certain sorts of com ...
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... never act upon us as pathetic beyond the bounds of pleasure - an effect which is in a great de- gree to be ascribed to small , but continual and regu- lar impulses of pleasurable surprise from the metrical arrangement . On the other ...
... never act upon us as pathetic beyond the bounds of pleasure - an effect which is in a great de- gree to be ascribed to small , but continual and regu- lar impulses of pleasurable surprise from the metrical arrangement . On the other ...
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... never have heard of it , had it not been narrated as a Ballad , and in a more impressive metre than is usual in Ballads . Having thus adverted to a few of the reasons why I have written in verse , and why I have chosen subjects from ...
... never have heard of it , had it not been narrated as a Ballad , and in a more impressive metre than is usual in Ballads . Having thus adverted to a few of the reasons why I have written in verse , and why I have chosen subjects from ...
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... never to forget that he is himself exposed to the same errors as the Poet , and perhaps in a much greater degree for there can be no presumption in saying that it is not probable he will be so well acquainted with the various stages of ...
... never to forget that he is himself exposed to the same errors as the Poet , and perhaps in a much greater degree for there can be no presumption in saying that it is not probable he will be so well acquainted with the various stages of ...
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Lyrical Ballads,– With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1800 |
Lyrical Ballads,– With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1800 |
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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 dreadful 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 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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