Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Volume 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 pages |
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... reasons which have determined me in the choice of my purpose : that at least he may be spared any unpleasant feeling of disappointment , and that I myself may be protected from the most dishonorable accusa- tion which can be brought ...
... reasons which have determined me in the choice of my purpose : that at least he may be spared any unpleasant feeling of disappointment , and that I myself may be protected from the most dishonorable accusa- tion which can be brought ...
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... reason already alleged , to 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 ...
... reason already alleged , to 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 ...
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... to many hundreds of people who would never have heard of it , had it not been narrated as a Ballad , and in a more impressive metre than is usual in Ballads . Having thus explained a few of the reasons why I PREFACE Liji .
... to many hundreds of people who would never have heard of it , had it not been narrated as a Ballad , and in a more impressive metre than is usual in Ballads . Having thus explained a few of the reasons why I PREFACE Liji .
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William Wordsworth. Having thus explained a few of the reasons why I have written in verse , and why , I have chosen ... reason that I request the Reader's permission to add a few words with reference solely to these particular poems ...
William Wordsworth. Having thus explained a few of the reasons why I have written in verse , and why , I have chosen ... reason that I request the Reader's permission to add a few words with reference solely to these particular poems ...
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... reasons for presuming , that , if the object which I have proposed to myself were adequately attained , a species of poetry would be produced , which is genuine poetry ; in its nature well adapted to interest man- kind permanently , and ...
... reasons for presuming , that , if the object which I have proposed to myself were adequately attained , a species of poetry would be produced , which is genuine poetry ; in its nature well adapted to interest man- kind permanently , and ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.