Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volum 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1805 - 210 pàgines |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 18.
Pàgina 11
... hill side , And in that country coals are dear , For they come far by wind and tide . By the same fire to boil their pottage , Two poor old Dames , as I have known , Will often live in one small cottage ; But she , poor Woman ! dwelt ...
... hill side , And in that country coals are dear , For they come far by wind and tide . By the same fire to boil their pottage , Two poor old Dames , as I have known , Will often live in one small cottage ; But she , poor Woman ! dwelt ...
Pàgina 14
... hill He softly creeps - ' Tis Goody Blake , She's at the hedge of Harry Gill . Right glad was he when he beheld her : Stick after stick did Goody pull : He stood behind a bush of elder , Till she had filled her apron full . When with ...
... hill He softly creeps - ' Tis Goody Blake , She's at the hedge of Harry Gill . Right glad was he when he beheld her : Stick after stick did Goody pull : He stood behind a bush of elder , Till she had filled her apron full . When with ...
Pàgina 37
... Hill of moss , Just half a foot in height . All lovely colours there you see , All colours that were ever seen ; And mossy net - work too is there , As if by hand of lady fair The work had woven been ; And cups , the darlings of the eye ...
... Hill of moss , Just half a foot in height . All lovely colours there you see , All colours that were ever seen ; And mossy net - work too is there , As if by hand of lady fair The work had woven been ; And cups , the darlings of the eye ...
Pàgina 38
... see this aged Thorn , This Pond , and beauteous Hill of moss , You must take care and choose your time The mountain when to cross . For oft there sits , between the Heap That's like an infant's grave in size , And that 38.
... see this aged Thorn , This Pond , and beauteous Hill of moss , You must take care and choose your time The mountain when to cross . For oft there sits , between the Heap That's like an infant's grave in size , And that 38.
Pàgina 39
... day - light's in the skies , And when the whirlwind ' s on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And to herself she cries , " Oh misery ! oh misery ! Oh woe is me ! oh misery ! " VIII . " Now wherefore , thus , by day e 5 39.
... day - light's in the skies , And when the whirlwind ' s on the hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And to herself she cries , " Oh misery ! oh misery ! Oh woe is me ! oh misery ! " VIII . " Now wherefore , thus , by day e 5 39.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two ..., Edició 356,Volum 1 William Wordsworth Visualització completa - 1805 |
Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems: In Two Volumes William Wordsworth Previsualització no disponible - 2022 |
Lyrical Ballads - With Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes -, Volum 1 William Wordsworth Previsualització no disponible - 2010 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Albatross Babe Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breath breeze chatter church-yard cold composition dead dear door endeavoured excitement fair Father fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Hermit Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live looks Maid Mariner Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan Owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader sails Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill Susan Gale sweet tale tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought tion tree truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
Passatges populars
Pàgina 154 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Pàgina 174 - "But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the Ocean doing?" Second Voice: "Still as a slave before his lord, The Ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast — If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Pàgina 170 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; sometimes all little birds that are, how they seemed to fill the sea and air with their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Pàgina 198 - 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 Is...
Pàgina 193 - Is lightened — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep 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.
Pàgina 2 - The eye — it cannot choose but see ; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 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.
Pàgina 146 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Pàgina viii - The language too of these men is adopted (purified indeed from what appear to be its real defects, from all lasting and rational causes of dislike or disgust) because such men hourly communicate with the best objects from which the best part of language is originally derived...
Pàgina 195 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence. 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.
Pàgina 134 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng ; And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and...