Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Volume 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 páginas |
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Página 133
... look'd him in the face , An Angel beautiful and bright ; And that he knew , it was a Fiend , This miserable Knight ! And how , unknowing what he did , He leapt amid a murd'rous Band , And sav'd from Outrage worse than Death The Lady of ...
... look'd him in the face , An Angel beautiful and bright ; And that he knew , it was a Fiend , This miserable Knight ! And how , unknowing what he did , He leapt amid a murd'rous Band , And sav'd from Outrage worse than Death The Lady of ...
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... And bending back her head look'd up , And gaz'd upon my face . " Twas partly Love , and partly Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful Art That I might rather feel than see The Swelling of her Heart . I calm'd her fears ; and she was calm , 135.
... And bending back her head look'd up , And gaz'd upon my face . " Twas partly Love , and partly Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful Art That I might rather feel than see The Swelling of her Heart . I calm'd her fears ; and she was calm , 135.
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... look'd upon the rotting Sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the ghastly deck , And there the dead men lay . I look'd to Heaven , and try'd to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry ...
... look'd upon the rotting Sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the ghastly deck , And there the dead men lay . I look'd to Heaven , and try'd to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry ...
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... look'd on me , Had never pass'd away . An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days , seven nights I saw that curse , And yet I could not die ...
... look'd on me , Had never pass'd away . An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days , seven nights I saw that curse , And yet I could not die ...
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... draw my eyes from theirs Nor turn them up to pray . And now this spell was snapt : once more I view'd the ocean green , And look'd far forth , yet little saw Of what had else been seen . Like one , that on a lonesome road Doth walk 176.
... draw my eyes from theirs Nor turn them up to pray . And now this spell was snapt : once more I view'd the ocean green , And look'd far forth , yet little saw Of what had else been seen . Like one , that on a lonesome road Doth walk 176.
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Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Volume 1 William Wordsworth,Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualização completa - 1802 |
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Albatross ancient Mariner Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze chatter cold composition dead dear door endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath hear heard heart high crag Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look'd looks Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mov'd nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan pain pass'd passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood Susan Gale sweet tale tautology tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought thro tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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Página xxxvii - The Man of science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and loves it in his solitude: the Poet singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion. Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
Página 2 - 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.
Página 147 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. "Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Página viii - ... because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity and consequently may be more accurately contemplated and more forcibly communicated; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings and from the necessary character of rural occupations are more easily comprehended and are more durable; and, lastly, because in that condition the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
Página 51 - 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.
Página 192 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Among the woods and copses, nor disturb The wild green landscape. Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Página vii - 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...
Página 130 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Página 192 - 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...
Página 197 - 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.