Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsPayson & Clarke, 1926 - 210 psl. |
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... The wedding - guest here beat his breast , For he heard the loud bassoon . The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall , Red as a rose is she ; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry Minstralsy . The wedding - guest he beat his breast , Yet ...
... The wedding - guest here beat his breast , For he heard the loud bassoon . The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall , Red as a rose is she ; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry Minstralsy . The wedding - guest he beat his breast , Yet ...
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... day for food or play Came to the Marinere's hollo ! And I had done an hellish thing And it would work ' em woe ; For all averr'd , I had kill'd the Bird That made the Breeze to blow . Ne dim ne red , like God's own head , 11.
... day for food or play Came to the Marinere's hollo ! And I had done an hellish thing And it would work ' em woe ; For all averr'd , I had kill'd the Bird That made the Breeze to blow . Ne dim ne red , like God's own head , 11.
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William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Ne dim ne red , like God's own 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 ...
William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Ne dim ne red , like God's own 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 ...
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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 , " Is it he ? quoth one , " Is this the man ? " By him ...
... 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 , " Is it he ? quoth one , " Is this the man ? " By him ...
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... head : Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breath'd a wind on me , Ne sound ne motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade . It rais'd my hair , it fann'd my cheek ...
... head : Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breath'd a wind on me , Ne sound ne motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade . It rais'd my hair , it fann'd my cheek ...
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Lyrical Ballads– William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Ribota peržiūra - 2002 |
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Albatross ancyent Marinere babe barren leaves beauteous Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright child church-yard cold dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill of moss idiot boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight moonlight bay mov'd never night o'er Oh mercy oh misery owlets pain pass'd pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails senses fail Ship side silent Simon Lee snow soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry
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105 psl. - 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.
202 psl. - 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.
37 psl. - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
103 psl. - Her eyes were fair, and very fair : Her beauty made me glad. " 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.
195 psl. - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
198 psl. - 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, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
195 psl. - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din 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...
194 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
vii psl. - 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 — ' 30 The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
200 psl. - 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.