Wordsworth & Coleridge: Lyrical Ballads 1798H. Frowde, 1911 - 252 pages |
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Albatross Alfoxden ancyent Marinere archaisms babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze bright chatter child Coleridge Coleridge's composition dead dear doth dreadful edition fair father fear feelings Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs LINES WRITTEN look Lyrical Ballads maid Martha Ray metre metrical mind moon moonlight mov'd nature never night Nightingale o'er oh misery old Susan pain passions pleasure poem Poet poetic poetic diction poetry pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray prose Quoth Reader round Ship silent silent light Simon Lee song soul spirit stanza stars stood Susan Gale sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro TINTERN ABBEY turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Wordsworth
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Page 209 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Page 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'. Nor, perchance If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Page 47 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The 'boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound.
Page 210 - Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
Page 66 - Which the great lord inhabits not; and so This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many Nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's songs— With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all— Stirring the air with such...
Page 9 - It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners hollo!
Page 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.
Page 28 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick, black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side; Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan.
Page 50 - twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 114 - I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,