Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... gone ; and now the wedding - guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door . He went , like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . FOSTER MOTHER'S TALE , A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT ...
... gone ; and now the wedding - guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door . He went , like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . FOSTER MOTHER'S TALE , A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT ...
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... gone was every friend of thine . And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help , and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no ...
... gone was every friend of thine . And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help , and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no ...
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... gone to sea . " Two of us in the church - yard lie , " My sister and my brother , " And in the church - yard cottage , I " Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , " And two are gone to sea , " Yet you are ...
... gone to sea . " Two of us in the church - yard lie , " My sister and my brother , " And in the church - yard cottage , I " Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , " And two are gone to sea , " Yet you are ...
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... not left alive They dwindled , dwindled , one by one , And I may say that many a time I wished they all were gone : They dwindled one by one away ; For me it was a woeful day . To wicked deeds I was inclined , And wicked fancies 136.
... not left alive They dwindled , dwindled , one by one , And I may say that many a time I wished they all were gone : They dwindled one by one away ; For me it was a woeful day . To wicked deeds I was inclined , And wicked fancies 136.
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... gone and far away . I'll teach my boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little babe ! thy lips are still , And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . - -Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks ...
... gone and far away . I'll teach my boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little babe ! thy lips are still , And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . - -Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks ...
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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.