Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsPayson & Clarke, 1798 - 210 páginas |
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... wherefore stoppest me ? " The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide " And I am next of kin ; " The Guests are met , the Feast is fet , - " " May'st hear the merry din . But still he holds the wedding - guest- " " THE RIME ...
... wherefore stoppest me ? " The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide " And I am next of kin ; " The Guests are met , the Feast is fet , - " " May'st hear the merry din . But still he holds the wedding - guest- " " THE RIME ...
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... - light's in the skies , And when the whirlwind's on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And to herself she cries , " Oh misery ! oh misery ! " Oh woe is me ! oh misery ! " VIII . * Now wherefore thus , by day and 121.
... - light's in the skies , And when the whirlwind's on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And to herself she cries , " Oh misery ! oh misery ! " Oh woe is me ! oh misery ! " VIII . * Now wherefore thus , by day and 121.
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... wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why " Does she repeat that doleful cry ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows , But if you'd gladly view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The heap that's like an ...
... wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why " Does she repeat that doleful cry ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows , But if you'd gladly view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The heap that's like an ...
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... wherefore to the mountain - top " Can this unhappy woman go , " Whatever star is in the skies , " Whatever wind may blow ? " Nay rack your brain - ' tis all in vain , I'll tell you every thing I know ; But to the thorn , and to the pond ...
... wherefore to the mountain - top " Can this unhappy woman go , " Whatever star is in the skies , " Whatever wind may blow ? " Nay rack your brain - ' tis all in vain , I'll tell you every thing I know ; But to the thorn , and to the pond ...
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... wherefore weep you so ? " " Shame on me , Sir ! this lusty lamb , He makes my tears to flow . To - day I fetched him from the rock ; He is the last of all my flock . When I was young , a single man , And after youthful follies ran ...
... wherefore weep you so ? " " Shame on me , Sir ! this lusty lamb , He makes my tears to flow . To - day I fetched him from the rock ; He is the last of all my flock . When I was young , a single man , And after youthful follies ran ...
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Lyrical Ballads: William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Visualização parcial - 2002 |
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Albatross Ancyent Marinere babe beauteous behold Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright child church-yard CIRCASSIAN dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs LINES WRITTEN Liswyn farm look LYRICAL BALLADS maid Martha Ray mind mist moonlight mountain mov'd never night o'er oh misery OLD HUNTSMAN owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship silent Simon Lee soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro TINTERN ABBEY tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry
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Página 210 - 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'. Nor, perchance If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Página 209 - 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...
Página 113 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Página 187 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Página 210 - 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.
Página 62 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Página 45 - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Página 202 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Página 28 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick, black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side; Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan.
Página 13 - 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.