Lyrical Ballads: Reprinted from the First Edition of 1798 |
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... , fear not , thou wedding guest ! This body dropt not down . Alone , alone , all all alone Alone on the wide wide Sea ; And Christ would take no pity on My soul in agony . The many men so beautiful , And they all dead 21.
... , fear not , thou wedding guest ! This body dropt not down . Alone , alone , all all alone Alone on the wide wide Sea ; And Christ would take no pity on My soul in agony . The many men so beautiful , And they all dead 21.
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... dead did lie ! And a million million flimy things Liv'd on - and so did I. I look'd upon the rotting Sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the eldritch deck , And there the dead men lay . I look'd to Heaven , and try'd to pray ...
... dead did lie ! And a million million flimy things Liv'd on - and so did I. I look'd upon the rotting Sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the eldritch deck , And there the dead men lay . I look'd to Heaven , and try'd to pray ...
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... dead man's eye ! Seven days , seven nights I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two befide- Her beams bemock'd the sultry main Like ...
... dead man's eye ! Seven days , seven nights I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two befide- Her beams bemock'd the sultry main Like ...
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... dead men gave a groan . They groan'd , they stirr'd , they all uprose , Ne spake , ne mov'd their eyes : It had been strange , even in a dream To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steerd , the ship mov'd on ; Yet never a ...
... dead men gave a groan . They groan'd , they stirr'd , they all uprose , Ne spake , ne mov'd their eyes : It had been strange , even in a dream To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steerd , the ship mov'd on ; Yet never a ...
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... dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes That in the moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never pass'd away : I could ...
... dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes That in the moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never pass'd away : I could ...
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Alfoxden ALFRED NUTT ANCYENT MARINERE ANDREW LANG babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds breeze bright changes of text chatter child cold Coleridge dead dear doth dreadful Edited EDWARD DOWDEN English FABLES fair fear Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's JOSEPH JACOBS Kilve land of mist limbs Lines written Liswyn farm looks Lyrical Ballads maid Martha Ray mind moon moonlight mov'd Nether Stowey never night NUTT o'er oh misery old Susan pain pleasure poem pond pony poor old porringer pray Quoth Roger of Hoveden round Salisbury Plain Ship silent soul spirit stanza stood Susan Gale sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro Tintern Abbey tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Wordsworth
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Page 208 - 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 33 - 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.
Page 111 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Page 208 - 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.
Page 60 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Page 203 - 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 200 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Page viii - 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.
Page 204 - 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.
Page 39 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn ; And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness, The steady weathercock.