Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsPayson & Clarke, 1798 - 210 oldal |
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27. oldal
... died in sleep , And was a blessed Ghost . The roaring wind ! it roar'd far off , It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere . The upper air bursts into life , And a hundred fire - flags ...
... died in sleep , And was a blessed Ghost . The roaring wind ! it roar'd far off , It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere . The upper air bursts into life , And a hundred fire - flags ...
33. oldal
... died on cross , " With his cruel bow he lay'd full low " The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who ' bideth by himself " In the land of mist and snow , " He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man " Who shot him with his bow . с The other was ...
... died on cross , " With his cruel bow he lay'd full low " The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who ' bideth by himself " In the land of mist and snow , " He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man " Who shot him with his bow . с The other was ...
37. oldal
... died , Had never pass'd away : I could not draw my een from theirs Ne turn them up to pray . And in its time the spell was snapt , And I could move my een : I look'd far - forth , but little saw Of what might else be seen . Like one ...
... died , Had never pass'd away : I could not draw my een from theirs Ne turn them up to pray . And in its time the spell was snapt , And I could move my een : I look'd far - forth , but little saw Of what might else be seen . Like one ...
58. oldal
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth. Up a great river , great as any sea , And ne'er was heard of more : but ' tis supposed , He lived and died among the savage men . LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW - TREE 58.
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth. Up a great river , great as any sea , And ne'er was heard of more : but ' tis supposed , He lived and died among the savage men . LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW - TREE 58.
61. oldal
... died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ; that ...
... died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ; that ...
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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 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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.