Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Volumen1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 páginas |
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... 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 , " O 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 , " O may he never more be warm ! " The cold , cold moon above her head , Thus on ...
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... 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 , Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill . THE LAST OF THE FLOCK . In distant countries I 17.
... 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 , Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill . THE LAST OF THE FLOCK . In distant countries I 17.
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... 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 ! 22.
... 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 ! 22.
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... 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 gather 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 gather seeds of wild flowers , and to plant them With earth and ...
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William Wordsworth. He had unlawful thoughts of many things : And though he 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 ...
William Wordsworth. He had unlawful thoughts of many things : And though he 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 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página xxxvii - 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.
Página 2 - 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.
Página 147 - 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.
Página viii - ... 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.
Página 51 - 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.
Página 192 - 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!
Página vii - 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...
Página 130 - 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!
Página 192 - 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...
Página 197 - 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.