Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 14 találatból.
ii. oldal
... perhaps frequently have to ftruggle with feelings of ftrangeness and auk- wardness : : they will look round for poetry , and will be induced to enquire by what species of courtesy these attempts can be permitted to assume that title ...
... perhaps frequently have to ftruggle with feelings of ftrangeness and auk- wardness : : they will look round for poetry , and will be induced to enquire by what species of courtesy these attempts can be permitted to assume that title ...
iii. oldal
... perhaps appear to them , that wishing to avoid the pre- valent fault of the day , the author has sometimes descended too low , and that many of his expres- sions are too familiar , and not of sufficient dig- nity . It is apprehended ...
... perhaps appear to them , that wishing to avoid the pre- valent fault of the day , the author has sometimes descended too low , and that many of his expres- sions are too familiar , and not of sufficient dig- nity . It is apprehended ...
64. oldal
... from the charge of having alluded with levity to a line in Milton : a charge than which none could be more painful to him , except perhaps that of having ridiculed his Bible . ! Poet , who hath been building up the rhyme 64.
... from the charge of having alluded with levity to a line in Milton : a charge than which none could be more painful to him , except perhaps that of having ridiculed his Bible . ! Poet , who hath been building up the rhyme 64.
69. oldal
... Perhaps the breezes that can fly Now below , and now above , Have snatch'd aloft the lawny shroud Of lady fair , that died for love : For Maids , as well as Youths , have perish'd From fruitless love , too fondly cherish'd ! Nay ...
... Perhaps the breezes that can fly Now below , and now above , Have snatch'd aloft the lawny shroud Of lady fair , that died for love : For Maids , as well as Youths , have perish'd From fruitless love , too fondly cherish'd ! Nay ...
103. oldal
... Perhaps a tale you'll make it . One summer - day I chanced to see This old man doing all he could About the root of an old tree , A stump of rotten wood . The mattock totter'd in his hand ; So vain was his endeavour That at the root of ...
... Perhaps a tale you'll make it . One summer - day I chanced to see This old man doing all he could About the root of an old tree , A stump of rotten wood . The mattock totter'd in his hand ; So vain was his endeavour That at the root of ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Lyrical Ballads: William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Korlátozott előnézet - 2002 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Albatross ancyent Marinere babe beauteous Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze bright child church-yard cold 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 Liswyn farm live looks Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight moonlight bay mov'd never night o'er oh misery old Susan Gale owlets pain pass'd pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails senses fail Ship side silent silent night Simon Lee song 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 youth
Népszerű szakaszok
105. oldal - 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.
202. oldal - 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.
37. oldal - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
103. oldal - Her eyes were fair, and very fair : Her beauty made me glad. " 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.
195. oldal - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
198. oldal - 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, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
195. oldal - 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...
194. oldal - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
vii. oldal - 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 — ' 30 The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
200. oldal - 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.