Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsJ. & A. Arch, 1798 - 210 Seiten "A landmark in Romanticism, and one of the most celebrated of all collaborative literary works, Lyrical Ballads includes Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey' and the earliest version of Coleridge's 'Rime of the Ancyent Marinere'. Originally the poem 'Lewti' appeared on pages 63-7; but as this was known to be by Coleridge and the authors wished to preserve their anonymity, these leaves were cancelled before publication and replaced by 'The Nightingale'. The corresponding change was made in the table of contents"--Abebooks website. Pagination errors remained as a result of the substitution of 'The Nightingale." |
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... turned ; an Evening Scene , on the same subject Old Man travelling - The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman The Convict -- - 180 183 186 189 - 193 - - 197 201 Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT ...
... turned ; an Evening Scene , on the same subject Old Man travelling - The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman The Convict -- - 180 183 186 189 - 193 - - 197 201 Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT ...
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... at the Convent or the Castle . So he became a very learned youth . But Oh ! poor wretch ! —he read , and read , and read , ' Till his brain turned — and ere his twentieth year , He had unlawful thoughts of many things : And though 55.
... at the Convent or the Castle . So he became a very learned youth . But Oh ! poor wretch ! —he read , and read , and read , ' Till his brain turned — and ere his twentieth year , He had unlawful thoughts of many things : And though 55.
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... turned away , And with the food of pride sustained his soul In solitude . Stranger ! these gloomy boughs Had charms for him ; and here he loved to sit , His only visitants a straggling sheep , The stone - chat , or the glancing sand ...
... turned away , And with the food of pride sustained his soul In solitude . Stranger ! these gloomy boughs Had charms for him ; and here he loved to sit , His only visitants a straggling sheep , The stone - chat , or the glancing sand ...
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... turned : —we had no other aid . Like one revived , upon his neck I wept , And her whom he had loved in joy , he said He well could love in grief : his faith he kept ; And in a quiet home once more my father slept . Four years each day ...
... turned : —we had no other aid . Like one revived , upon his neck I wept , And her whom he had loved in joy , he said He well could love in grief : his faith he kept ; And in a quiet home once more my father slept . Four years each day ...
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... turned adrift , Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , Nor dared my hand at any door to knock . I lay , where with his drowsy mates , the cock From the cross timber of an out - house hung ...
... turned adrift , Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , Nor dared my hand at any door to knock . I lay , where with his drowsy mates , the cock From the cross timber of an out - house hung ...
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Lyrical Ballads: William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Eingeschränkte Leseprobe - 2002 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albatross ancyent Marinere babe behold Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright bright eye child church-yard cold dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green grief happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd never night o'er oh misery owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship side silent Simon Lee snow soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry
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Seite 111 - 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.
Seite 210 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Seite 7 - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.
Seite 205 - The picture of the mind revives again ; While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Seite 202 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Seite 35 - 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.
Seite 112 - Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Seite 203 - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din 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...
Seite 210 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured 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; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'.
Seite 206 - 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.