Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsPayson & Clarke, 1798 - 210 oldal |
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20. oldal
... heavy thump , a lifeless lump They dropp'd down one by one . Their fouls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ; And every soul it pass'd me by , Like the whiz of my Cross - bow . IV . " I fear thee , ancyent Marinere !
... heavy thump , a lifeless lump They dropp'd down one by one . Their fouls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ; And every soul it pass'd me by , Like the whiz of my Cross - bow . IV . " I fear thee , ancyent Marinere !
21. oldal
... not , fear not , thou wedding guest ! This body dropt not down . Alone , alone , all all alone Alone on the wide wide Sea ; And Christ would take no pity on My soul in agony . The many men so beautiful , And they all dead 21.
... not , fear not , thou wedding guest ! This body dropt not down . Alone , alone , all all alone Alone on the wide wide Sea ; And Christ would take no pity on My soul in agony . The many men so beautiful , And they all dead 21.
26. oldal
... I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams And still my body drank . I mov'd and could not feel I was so light 26.
... I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams And still my body drank . I mov'd and could not feel I was so light 26.
29. oldal
... body and I pull'd at one rope , But he said nought to me- And I quak'd to think of my own voice How frightful it ... bodies pass'd . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the sun : Slowly the sounds came back again Now ...
... body and I pull'd at one rope , But he said nought to me- And I quak'd to think of my own voice How frightful it ... bodies pass'd . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the sun : Slowly the sounds came back again Now ...
31. oldal
... body and soul to be still . " eye , Never sadder tale was told To a man of woman born : Sadder and wiser thou wedding - guest ! Thou'lt rise to morrow morn . Never sadder tale was heard By a man of woman born : The Marineres all return ...
... body and soul to be still . " eye , Never sadder tale was told To a man of woman born : Sadder and wiser thou wedding - guest ! Thou'lt rise to morrow morn . Never sadder tale was heard By a man of woman born : The Marineres all return ...
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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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210. oldal - 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...
209. oldal - 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...
113. 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.
187. oldal - 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.
210. 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.
62. oldal - 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.
45. oldal - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
202. oldal - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
28. oldal - 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.
13. 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.