Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsPayson & Clarke, 1798 - 210 oldal |
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... Thorn , as the reader will soon discover , is not supposed to be spoken in the author's own per- son : the character of the loquacious narrator will sufficiently shew itself in the course of the story . The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere ...
... Thorn , as the reader will soon discover , is not supposed to be spoken in the author's own per- son : the character of the loquacious narrator will sufficiently shew itself in the course of the story . The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere ...
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... Thorn 117 The last of the Flock 193 The Dungeon 189 The Mad Mother 141 The Idiot Boy 149 Lines written near Richmond , upon the Thames , at Evening 180 Expostulation and Reply 183 The Tables turned ; an Evening Scene , on the same ...
... Thorn 117 The last of the Flock 193 The Dungeon 189 The Mad Mother 141 The Idiot Boy 149 Lines written near Richmond , upon the Thames , at Evening 180 Expostulation and Reply 183 The Tables turned ; an Evening Scene , on the same ...
116. oldal
... ; And I must think , do all I can , That there was pleasure there . If I these thoughts may not prevent , If such be of my creed the plan , Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man ? . THE THORN . I. There is a thorn ; it 116.
... ; And I must think , do all I can , That there was pleasure there . If I these thoughts may not prevent , If such be of my creed the plan , Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man ? . THE THORN . I. There is a thorn ; it 116.
117. oldal
... thorn ; it looks so old , In truth you'd find it hard to say , How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and grey . Not higher than a two - years ' child , It stands erect this aged thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ...
... thorn ; it looks so old , In truth you'd find it hard to say , How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and grey . Not higher than a two - years ' child , It stands erect this aged thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ...
118. oldal
... thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent , To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor thorn for ever . III . High on a mountain's highest ...
... thorn they clasp it round So close , you'd say that they were bent With plain and manifest intent , To drag it to the ground ; And all had joined in one endeavour To bury this poor thorn for ever . III . High on a mountain's highest ...
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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.