Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, Bind 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1802 - 250 sider |
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Side vii
... Low and rustic life was generally chosen , because in that condi◅ tion , 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 PREFACE . vii .
... Low and rustic life was generally chosen , because in that condi◅ tion , 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 PREFACE . vii .
Side xxii
... heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire ; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds ...
... heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire ; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds ...
Side xxxii
... heart by passion ; truth which is its own testi- mony , which gives strength and divinity to the tribunal to which it appeals , and receives them from the same tribunal . Poetry is the image of man and nature . The obstacles which stand ...
... heart by passion ; truth which is its own testi- mony , which gives strength and divinity to the tribunal to which it appeals , and receives them from the same tribunal . Poetry is the image of man and nature . The obstacles which stand ...
Side xxxviii
... heart of man . the labours of men of Science should ever create any material revolution , direct or indirect , in our condition , and in the impressions which we ha- bitually receive , the Poet will sleep then no more than at present ...
... heart of man . the labours of men of Science should ever create any material revolution , direct or indirect , in our condition , and in the impressions which we ha- bitually receive , the Poet will sleep then no more than at present ...
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... hearts to bless- Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health , Truth breathed by chearfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man ; Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can . T Sweet is the lore which nature ...
... hearts to bless- Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health , Truth breathed by chearfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man ; Of moral evil and of good , Than all the sages can . T Sweet is the lore which nature ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.