Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other PoemsT.N. Longman and O.Rees, 1802 |
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xxxiv. oldal
... moves . We have no sympathy but what is propagated by pleasure : I would not be misunderstood ; but wherever we sympathize with pain it will be found that the sympathy is produced and carried on by subtle combinations with pleasure . We ...
... moves . We have no sympathy but what is propagated by pleasure : I would not be misunderstood ; but wherever we sympathize with pain it will be found that the sympathy is produced and carried on by subtle combinations with pleasure . We ...
xxxvii. oldal
... every where ; though the eyes and senses of man are , it is true , his favorite guides , yet he will follow wheresoever he can find an atmosphere of sensation in which to move his wings . Poetry is the first and last , of PREFACE . Xxxvii .
... every where ; though the eyes and senses of man are , it is true , his favorite guides , yet he will follow wheresoever he can find an atmosphere of sensation in which to move his wings . Poetry is the first and last , of PREFACE . Xxxvii .
7. oldal
... move with pain , but moves With thought . He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten , one to whom Long patience has such mild composure given , That patience now doth seem a thing , of which ...
... move with pain , but moves With thought . He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten , one to whom Long patience has such mild composure given , That patience now doth seem a thing , of which ...
27. oldal
... move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful , ever . O , be wiser Thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love , True dignity abides with him alone Who , in the silent hour of inward thought , Can still suspect ...
... move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful , ever . O , be wiser Thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love , True dignity abides with him alone Who , in the silent hour of inward thought , Can still suspect ...
68. oldal
... dealt most hardly with him , and he tried To move their hearts - but it was vain - for they Seized all he had ; and , weeping side by side , We sought a home where we uninjured might abide . It was in truth a lamentable hour When , from 68.
... dealt most hardly with him , and he tried To move their hearts - but it was vain - for they Seized all he had ; and , weeping side by side , We sought a home where we uninjured might abide . It was in truth a lamentable hour When , from 68.
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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 Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look'd looks LYRICAL BALLADS Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan pain pass'd passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's 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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195. oldal - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors 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, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
196. oldal - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
vii. oldal - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language...
198. 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. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear dear Sister! and this prayer I make Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lend From joy to joy...
xxxviii. oldal - The remotest discoveries of the Chemist, the Botanist, or Mineralogist will be as proper objects of the Poet's art as any upon which it can be employed if the time should ever come when these things shall be familiar to us and the relations under which they are contemplated by the followers of these respective sciences shall be manifestly and palpably material to us as enjoying and suffering beings.
153. oldal - 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.
xxxvii. oldal - He is the rock of defence for human nature; an upholder and preserver, carrying everywhere with him relationship and love. In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs : in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
194. oldal - In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro...
92. oldal - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
192. oldal - 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!