Lyrical BalladsDuckworth and Company, 1898 - 263 páginas |
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... head and heart : he could ... see a World in a grain of sand And a Heaven in a wild flower , Hold Infinity in the palm of his hand And Eternity in an hour . ' But he could not write - he even fails here to grasp the conditions of ...
... head and heart : he could ... see a World in a grain of sand And a Heaven in a wild flower , Hold Infinity in the palm of his hand And Eternity in an hour . ' But he could not write - he even fails here to grasp the conditions of ...
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... heads before her goes The merry Minstralsy 40 The wedding - guest he beat his breast , Yet he cannot chuse but hear : And thus spake on that ancyent Man , The bright - eyed Marinere . 45 Listen , Stranger ! Storm and Wind , A Wind and ...
... heads before her goes The merry Minstralsy 40 The wedding - guest he beat his breast , Yet he cannot chuse but hear : And thus spake on that ancyent Man , The bright - eyed Marinere . 45 Listen , Stranger ! Storm and Wind , A Wind and ...
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... head , The glorious Sun uprist : Then all averr'd , I had kill'd the Bird That brought the fog and mist . ' Twas right , said they , such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . IOO The breezes blew , the white foam flew , The ...
... head , The glorious Sun uprist : Then all averr'd , I had kill'd the Bird That brought the fog and mist . ' Twas right , said they , such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . IOO The breezes blew , the white foam flew , The ...
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... head , And I fell into a swound . How long in that same fit I lay , I have not to declare ; But ere my living life return'd , I heard and in my soul discern'd Two voices in the air . 400 • Is it he ? ' quoth one , ' Is this the man ...
... head , And I fell into a swound . How long in that same fit I lay , I have not to declare ; But ere my living life return'd , I heard and in my soul discern'd Two voices in the air . 400 • Is it he ? ' quoth one , ' Is this the man ...
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... in fear and dread , And having once turn'd round , walks on And turns no more his head : Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . 455 But soon there breath'd a wind on me , Ne THE ANCYENT MARINERE 19.
... in fear and dread , And having once turn'd round , walks on And turns no more his head : Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . 455 But soon there breath'd a wind on me , Ne THE ANCYENT MARINERE 19.
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Ancyent Ancyent Marinere appeared beauty beneath Betty bird body bright Cain changes child close Coleridge Coleridge's Composed critic dark dead dear deep earth edition face fair father fear feeling forms give grave green hand hath head hear heard heart human Idiot Boy Johnny kind language leaves light limbs lines living look Lyrical Ballads Mariner mind moon mother nature never night Nightingale once pain passed perhaps Peter Bell pleasure poem poet poetic poetry poor reader rock round seems sense shape ship side silent soul sound spirit stands stanza stars stood sweet tale tears tell thee things Thorn thou thought tree turned voice volume wild wind woman wood Wordsworth written
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Página 128 - Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Página lii - During the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Página 67 - 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.
Página 2 - 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 5 - 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 xlvii - ... my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted: — and how exquisitely, too—- Theme this but little heard of among men—- The external World is fitted to the Mind; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish: — this is our high argument.
Página 130 - The dreary intercourse of daily life Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee...
Página 214 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Página lii - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Página 126 - On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.