Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, 第 1 卷T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 頁 |
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第 10 頁
... voice was like the voice of three . Old Goody Blake was old and poor ; Ill fed she was , and thinly clad ; And any man who pass'd her door , Might see how poor a hut she had . All day she spun in her poor dwelling : And ΤΟ.
... voice was like the voice of three . Old Goody Blake was old and poor ; Ill fed she was , and thinly clad ; And any man who pass'd her door , Might see how poor a hut she had . All day she spun in her poor dwelling : And ΤΟ.
第 30 頁
... voice distinctly ; ' twas the youth's Who sang a doleful song about green fields , How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah , To hunt for food , and be a naked man , And wander up and down at liberty . Leoni doted on the youth , and ...
... voice distinctly ; ' twas the youth's Who sang a doleful song about green fields , How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah , To hunt for food , and be a naked man , And wander up and down at liberty . Leoni doted on the youth , and ...
第 45 頁
... voices were ; And others , I've heard many swear , Were voices of the dead : I cannot think , whate'er they say , They had to do with Martha Ray . ' XVII . But that she goes to this old Thorn 45.
... voices were ; And others , I've heard many swear , Were voices of the dead : I cannot think , whate'er they say , They had to do with Martha Ray . ' XVII . But that she goes to this old Thorn 45.
第 85 頁
... done , He reeled and was stone - blind . And still there's something in the world At which his heart rejoices ; For when the chiming hounds are out , He dearly loves their voices ! His hunting feats have him bereft Of his right eye 85.
... done , He reeled and was stone - blind . And still there's something in the world At which his heart rejoices ; For when the chiming hounds are out , He dearly loves their voices ! His hunting feats have him bereft Of his right eye 85.
第 92 頁
... , and my Friend's Sister ! we have learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance ! ' Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds , and hurries , and precipitates With fast.
... , and my Friend's Sister ! we have learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance ! ' Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds , and hurries , and precipitates With fast.
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Albatross ancient Mariner Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze chatter cold composition dead dear door endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath hear heard heart high crag Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look'd looks Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mov'd nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan pain pass'd passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood Susan Gale sweet tale tautology tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought thro tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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第 xxxvii 頁 - The Man of science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and loves it in his solitude: the Poet singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion. Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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 147 頁 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. "Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
第 viii 頁 - ... because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity and consequently may be more accurately contemplated and more forcibly communicated; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings and from the necessary character of rural occupations are more easily comprehended and are more durable; and, lastly, because in that condition the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
第 51 頁 - 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 192 頁 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Among the woods and copses, nor disturb The wild green landscape. Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
第 vii 頁 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
第 130 頁 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
第 192 頁 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
第 197 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.