Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... Fathers We are seven ✓ Lines written in early spring The Thorn The last of the Flock The Dungeon · 98 105 110 115 117 133 189 The Mad Mother The Idiot Boy 141 149 at Evening · same subject · ✓ Lines written near Richmond , upon the ...
... Fathers We are seven ✓ Lines written in early spring The Thorn The last of the Flock The Dungeon · 98 105 110 115 117 133 189 The Mad Mother The Idiot Boy 141 149 at Evening · same subject · ✓ Lines written near Richmond , upon the ...
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... Fathers 105 WWe are seven 110 Lines written in early spring 115 The Thorn 117 The last of the Flock 133 The Dungeon · - 139 The Mad Mother - 141 The Idiot Boy 149 Lines written near Richmond , upon the Thames , at Evening Expostulation ...
... Fathers 105 WWe are seven 110 Lines written in early spring 115 The Thorn 117 The last of the Flock 133 The Dungeon · - 139 The Mad Mother - 141 The Idiot Boy 149 Lines written near Richmond , upon the Thames , at Evening Expostulation ...
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... father bends , Old men , and 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 ...
... father bends , Old men , and 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 ...
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... father told it me , Poor old Leoni ! -Angels rest his soul ! He was a woodman , and could fell and saw With lusty arm . You know that huge round beani Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel ? Beneath that tree , while yet it was ...
... father told it me , Poor old Leoni ! -Angels rest his soul ! He was a woodman , and could fell and saw With lusty arm . You know that huge round beani Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel ? Beneath that tree , while yet it was ...
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... father Sobbed like a child - it almost broke his heart : And once as he was working in the cellar , He heard a voice distinctly ; ' twas the youth's , Who song sung a doleful about green green fields , How sweet it were on lake or wild ...
... father Sobbed like a child - it almost broke his heart : And once as he was working in the cellar , He heard a voice distinctly ; ' twas the youth's , Who song sung a doleful about green green fields , How sweet it were on lake or wild ...
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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.