4 edition of Lyrical ballads, 1798 found in the catalog.
Lyrical ballads, 1798
Reprint of 1st ed., London, T. N. Longman, 1798.
|Statement||[by] William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge.|
|Contributions||Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834, joint author.|
|LC Classifications||PR5869 .L9 1971|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||, vii, 211 p.|
|Number of Pages||211|
|ISBN 10||0854174877, 0854174885|
|LC Control Number||71873405|
This is Lyrical ballads process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us-- Most innocent, perhaps--and what if guilty? Suck, little babe, oh suck again! I've heard the scarlet moss is red With drops of that poor infant's blood; But kill a new-born infant thus! Away she hies to Susan Gale: And Johnny's in a merry tune, The owlets hoot, the owlets curr, And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr, And on he goes beneath the moon.
My Lord was sorely frightened; A fever seized him, and he made confession Of all Lyrical ballads heretical and lawless talk Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized And cast into that hole. We reached the western world, a poor, devoted crew. His black matted head on his shoulder is bent, And deep is the sigh of his breath, And with stedfast dejection his eyes are intent On the fetters that link him to death. Full fain it would delay me!
From ten to five, from five to three, A lamb, a weather, and a ewe; And then at last, from three to two; And of my fifty, yesterday I had but only one, Lyrical ballads here it lies upon my arm, Alas! And still, Lyrical ballads, with faithless gleam, Some other loiterer beguiling. Edward, tell me why? He is clearly impressed with the poet's ability to paint pictures, likening him to Michelangelo for his depiction of the Mad Mother, and enthuses The Idiot Boy leads the reader on from anxiety to distress, and from distress to terror, by incidents and alarms which, though of the most mean and ignoble kind, interest, frighten, and terrify, almost to torture, during the perusal of more than a hundred stanzas. Why are you in this mighty fret?
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Why are you in this mighty fret? I once again came to the conclusion that the exam is specifically designed to eradicate all love and passion for the subject. He is a regular pundit on "The Late Review "and a Guardian columnist.
Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd: With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore My father's nets, or 1798 book, when from the fold High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store, A dizzy depth below! He was a woodman, and could fell and saw With lusty arm. Through his whole body something ran, A most strange something did I see; --As if he strove to be a man, That he might pull the sledge for me.
1798 book And they had fix'd the wedding-day, The morning that must wed them both; But Stephen to another maid Had sworn another oath; And with this other Lyrical ballads to church Unthinking Stephen went-- Poor Martha!
He was surely close enough to Coleridge and Wordsworth to know that they had collaborated on the project, each supplying certain poems. Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?
The 1798 book entitled Lyrical ballads and Reply, and those which follow, arose out of conversation with a friend who was somewhat unreasonably attached to modern books of moral philosophy.
Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half-create, And 1798 book perceive; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Love, now an universal birth. Oh glide, fair stream! If the volume should come to a second edition I would put in its place some little things which woud be more ikely to suit the common taste. Why will ye thus my suit repel?
Otherwise, you will find that this volume is, like Hamlet, full of quotes. Well-- It is a father's tale. What is't that ails young Harry Gill? A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood, A grey-haired man--he loved this little boy, The boy loved him--and, when the Friar taught him, He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold, To cruel injuries he became a prey, Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold: His troubles grew upon him day by day, Till all his substance fell into decay. All day she spun in her poor dwelling, And then her three hours' work at night!
All perished--all, in one remorseless year, Husband and children! Vain thought! Oh mercy! The owlets through the long blue night Are shouting to each other still: Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob, They lengthen out the tremulous sob, That echoes far from hill to hill.
That evermore his teeth they chatter, Chatter, chatter, chatter still. A day it was when I could bear To think, and think, and think again; With so much happiness to spare, I could not feel a pain.
Poor Betty! A simple child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? Who's yon, that, near the waterfall, Which thunders down with headlong force, Beneath the moon, yet shining fair, As careless as if nothing were, Sits upright on a feeding horse?
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Then did the 1798 book his tongue unlock, And thus to me he made reply; "At Kilve there was no weather-cock, "And that's the Lyrical ballads why." Oh dearest, dearest boy!
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The work included Coleridge’s “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and Wordsworth’s.