Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 第 1 卷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 men , if I have been too minute in pleading 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 men , if I have been too minute in pleading 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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Albatross ANCIENT MARINER babe beauty Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze bright chatter child composition dead dear door fair father fear feelings friends Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Hermit high crag hill of moss hope idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm look look'd Maid Martha Ray metre mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd nature never night numbers o'er oh misery old Susan owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry pond pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray prose Quoth Reader sails Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit stanza stars Stephen Hill stood Susan Gale sweet tale tautology tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tion Twas verse voice wedding-guest weep wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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第203页 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
第53页 - 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." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. " Two of us In the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the churchyard cottage, I " Dwell near them with my mother.
第204页 - 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.
第182页 - 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.
第55页 - 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.
第202页 - 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!
第xlviii页 - 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. Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking ! — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
第207页 - 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89页 - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
第xiv页 - For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: and though this be true, poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought long and deeply. For our continued influxes of feeling are modified and directed by our thoughts, which are indeed the representatives of all our past feelings...