Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other PoemsT.N. Longman and O.Rees, 1802 |
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... tell , and tell you truly , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . At night , at morning , and at noon , " Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; Beneath the sun , beneath the moon , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . Young Harry ...
... tell , and tell you truly , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . At night , at morning , and at noon , " Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; Beneath the sun , beneath the moon , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . Young Harry ...
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... telling , It would not pay for candle light . -This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire , Her hut was on a cold 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 ...
... telling , It would not pay for candle light . -This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire , Her hut was on a cold 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 ...
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... tell me why " Does she repeat that doleful cry ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you'd gladly view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The Heap that's like an infant's grave , The ...
... tell me why " Does she repeat that doleful cry ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you'd gladly view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The Heap that's like an infant's grave , The ...
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... tell you every thing I know ; But to the Thorn , and to the Pond Which is a little step beyond , I wish that you would go : Perhaps , when you are at the place , You something of her tale may trace . XI . I'll give you the best help I ...
... tell you every thing I know ; But to the Thorn , and to the Pond Which is a little step beyond , I wish that you would go : Perhaps , when you are at the place , You something of her tale may trace . XI . I'll give you the best help I ...
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... tell you all I know , ' Tis now some two and twenty years , Since she ( her name is Martha Ray ) Gave with a maiden's true good will Her company to Stephen Hill ; And she was blithe and gay , And she was happy , happy still Whene'er she ...
... tell you all I know , ' Tis now some two and twenty years , Since she ( her name is Martha Ray ) Gave with a maiden's true good will Her company to Stephen Hill ; And she was blithe and gay , And she was happy , happy still Whene'er she ...
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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 Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look'd looks LYRICAL BALLADS Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan pain pass'd passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's 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
Pasajes populares
Página 195 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 196 - 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.
Página vii - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language...
Página 198 - 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...
Página xxxviii - The remotest discoveries of the Chemist, the Botanist, or Mineralogist will be as proper objects of the Poet's art as any upon which it can be employed if the time should ever come when these things shall be familiar to us and the relations under which they are contemplated by the followers of these respective sciences shall be manifestly and palpably material to us as enjoying and suffering beings.
Página 153 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página xxxvii - He is the rock of defence for human nature; an upholder and preserver, carrying everywhere with him relationship and love. In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs : in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed; the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
Página 194 - 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...
Página 92 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
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!