Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... breath ne motion , As idle as a painted Ship Upon a painted Ocean . Water , water , every w here And all the boards did shrink ; Water , water , every where , Ne any drop to drink . The very deeps did rot : O Chrift ! That ever this ...
... breath ne motion , As idle as a painted Ship Upon a painted Ocean . Water , water , every w here And all the boards did shrink ; Water , water , every where , Ne any drop to drink . The very deeps did rot : O Chrift ! That ever this ...
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... And all at once their breath drew in As they were drinking all . She doth not tack from side to side- Hither to work us weal Withouten wind , withouten tide She steddies with upright keel . The western wave was all a flame , The day 16.
... And all at once their breath drew in As they were drinking all . She doth not tack from side to side- Hither to work us weal Withouten wind , withouten tide She steddies with upright keel . The western wave was all a flame , The day 16.
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... 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 , Like a meadow - gale of spring- It mingled ftrangely with my fears , Yet it felt like a ...
... 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 , Like a meadow - gale of spring- It mingled ftrangely with my fears , Yet it felt like a ...
77 psl.
... breathing pestilence that rose like smoke ! The shriek that from the distant battle broke ! The mine's dire earthquake , and the pallid host Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder - stroke To loathsome vaults , where heart - sick ...
... breathing pestilence that rose like smoke ! The shriek that from the distant battle broke ! The mine's dire earthquake , and the pallid host Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder - stroke To loathsome vaults , where heart - sick ...
110 psl.
... breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl , She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head . She had a rustic ...
... breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl , She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head . She had a rustic ...
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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.