Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... babes , and loving friends , And Youths , and Maidens gay . Farewell , farewell ! but this I tell To thee , thou wedding - guest ! He prayeth well who loveth well , Both man and bird and beast . He prayeth best who loveth best , All ...
... babes , and loving friends , And Youths , and Maidens gay . Farewell , farewell ! but this I tell To thee , thou wedding - guest ! He prayeth well who loveth well , Both man and bird and beast . He prayeth best who loveth best , All ...
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... babe grew up a pretty boy , A pretty boy , but most unteachable- And never learnt a prayer , nor told a bead , But knew the names of birds , and mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself : And all the autumn ' twas ...
... babe grew up a pretty boy , A pretty boy , but most unteachable- And never learnt a prayer , nor told a bead , But knew the names of birds , and mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself : And all the autumn ' twas ...
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... Babe , Who , capable of no articulate sound , Mars all things with his imitative lisp , How he would place his hand beside his ear , His little hand , the small forefinger up , And bid us listen ! And I deem it wise To make him Nature's ...
... Babe , Who , capable of no articulate sound , Mars all things with his imitative lisp , How he would place his hand beside his ear , His little hand , the small forefinger up , And bid us listen ! And I deem it wise To make him Nature's ...
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... babe was buried there , Beneath that hill of moss so fair . XXI . I've heard the scarlet moss is red With drops of that poor infant's blood ; But kill a new - born infant thus ! I do not think she could . Some say , if to the pond you ...
... babe was buried there , Beneath that hill of moss so fair . XXI . I've heard the scarlet moss is red With drops of that poor infant's blood ; But kill a new - born infant thus ! I do not think she could . Some say , if to the pond you ...
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... babe you trace , A baby and a baby's face , And that it looks at you ; Whene'er you look on it , ' tis plain The baby looks at you again . XXII . And some had sworn an oath that she Should be to public justice brought ; And for the ...
... babe you trace , A baby and a baby's face , And that it looks at you ; Whene'er you look on it , ' tis plain The baby looks at you again . XXII . And some had sworn an oath that she Should be to public justice brought ; And for the ...
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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 beauteous behold Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright child church-yard dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs LINES WRITTEN Liswyn farm look LYRICAL BALLADS maid Martha Ray mind mist moonlight mountain mov'd never night Nightingale o'er oh misery OLD HUNTSMAN owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship silent Simon Lee soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood 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 Young Harry
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103 psl. - She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; 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.
194 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
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. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once...
21 psl. - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one.
38 psl. - My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat.
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...
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, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
105 psl. - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
197 psl. - 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.
41 psl. - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.