Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 第 1 巻T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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... bring my language near to the language of men , and further , because the pleasure which I have proposed to myself to impart is of a kind very different from that which is supposed by many persons to be the proper object of poetry . I ...
... bring my language near to the language of men , and further , because the pleasure which I have proposed to myself to impart is of a kind very different from that which is supposed by many persons to be the proper object of poetry . I ...
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... brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain . I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain . It will easily be perceived that ...
... brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain . I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain . It will easily be perceived that ...
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... a few of the reasons why I have written in verse , and why I have chosen subjects from common life , and endeavoured to bring my language near to the real language of 1 men , if I have been too minute in .xxxvi . PREFACE .
... a few of the reasons why I have written in verse , and why I have chosen subjects from common life , and endeavoured to bring my language near to the real language of 1 men , if I have been too minute in .xxxvi . PREFACE .
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... breathed by health , Truth breathed by chearfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man ; Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can . Sweet is the lore which nature brings ; Our meddling 5.
... breathed by health , Truth breathed by chearfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man ; Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can . Sweet is the lore which nature brings ; Our meddling 5.
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... brings ; Our meddling intellect Mishapes the beauteous forms of things ; -We murder to dissect . Enough of science and of art ; Close up these barren leaves ; Come forth , and bring with you a heart That watches and receives . ANIMAL ...
... brings ; Our meddling intellect Mishapes the beauteous forms of things ; -We murder to dissect . Enough of science and of art ; Close up these barren leaves ; Come forth , and bring with you a heart That watches and receives . ANIMAL ...
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198 ページ - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
172 ページ - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
208 ページ - 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...
209 ページ - 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...
204 ページ - 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. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, 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...
2 ページ - Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
55 ページ - 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.
189 ページ - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight...
4 ページ - The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow, Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! '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!
141 ページ - And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade— There came and look'd him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!