Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 第 1 卷T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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第 19 頁
... it was an evil time ; God cursed me in my sore distress , I prayed , yet every day I thought I loved my children less ; And every week , and every day , My flock , it seemed to melt away . They dwindled , Sir , sad sight to see ! 19.
... it was an evil time ; God cursed me in my sore distress , I prayed , yet every day I thought I loved my children less ; And every week , and every day , My flock , it seemed to melt away . They dwindled , Sir , sad sight to see ! 19.
第 26 頁
... prayer , nor told a bead , But knew the names of birds , and mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself : And all the autumn ' twas his only play To get the seeds of wild flowers , and to plant them With earth and ...
... prayer , nor told a bead , But knew the names of birds , and mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself : And all the autumn ' twas his only play To get the seeds of wild flowers , and to plant them With earth and ...
第 27 頁
... prayed , he never loved to pray With holy men , nor in a holy place— But yet his speech , it was so soft and sweet , The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him . And once , as by the north side of the Chapel They stood together ...
... prayed , he never loved to pray With holy men , nor in a holy place— But yet his speech , it was so soft and sweet , The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him . And once , as by the north side of the Chapel They stood together ...
第 35 頁
... pray'd To God that is the judge of all . She pray'd , her wither'd hand uprearing , . While Harry held her by the arm- " God ! who art never out of hearing , may he never more be warm ! " The cold , cold moon above her head , Thus on ...
... pray'd To God that is the judge of all . She pray'd , her wither'd hand uprearing , . While Harry held her by the arm- " God ! who art never out of hearing , may he never more be warm ! " The cold , cold moon above her head , Thus on ...
第 37 頁
... himself he mutters , " Poor Harry Gill is very cold . " A - bed or up , by night or day ; His teeth they chatter , chatter still . Now think , ye farmers all , I pray , Qf Goody Blake and Harry Gill THE THORN . I. There is a thorn ; it 37 .
... himself he mutters , " Poor Harry Gill is very cold . " A - bed or up , by night or day ; His teeth they chatter , chatter still . Now think , ye farmers all , I pray , Qf Goody Blake and Harry Gill THE THORN . I. There is a thorn ; it 37 .
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第 198 頁 - 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!
第 172 頁 - 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.
第 208 頁 - 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...
第 209 頁 - 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...
第 204 頁 - 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...
第 2 頁 - 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.
第 55 頁 - 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.
第 189 頁 - 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...
第 4 頁 - 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!
第 141 頁 - 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!