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Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
fast-paced
It is the first mild day of March;
Each minute sweeter than before,
The red-breast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare.
And grass in the green field.
...
One moment now may give us more
Than fifty years of reason;
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
Some silent laws our hearts may make.
Which they shall long obey;
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
The title of the collection is certainly a bit of a misdirect since I would actually describe the poems here as some of the least lyrical ballads I've ever read but I don't mean that in a bad way. The rhyme structure, both internal and external, is more reminiscent of everyday conversation and since Wordsworth's goal as stated in the preface was to balance both the reader and the poet on the same plane, I'd say the lack of "lyricism" wasn't a negative even if it isn't my favorite. The poems that stood out -and seemed to be written specifically for the romantic pisces in me- was,
The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere
Lines written at a small distance from my house
Lines written near Richmond upon the Thames at Evening
Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey
Each minute sweeter than before,
The red-breast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare.
And grass in the green field.
...
One moment now may give us more
Than fifty years of reason;
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
Some silent laws our hearts may make.
Which they shall long obey;
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
The title of the collection is certainly a bit of a misdirect since I would actually describe the poems here as some of the least lyrical ballads I've ever read but I don't mean that in a bad way. The rhyme structure, both internal and external, is more reminiscent of everyday conversation and since Wordsworth's goal as stated in the preface was to balance both the reader and the poet on the same plane, I'd say the lack of "lyricism" wasn't a negative even if it isn't my favorite. The poems that stood out -and seemed to be written specifically for the romantic pisces in me- was,
The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere
Lines written at a small distance from my house
Lines written near Richmond upon the Thames at Evening
Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey