Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The other was a softer voice , As soft as honey - dew : Quoth he the man hath penance done , And penance more will do . VI . FIRST VOICE . " But tell me , 34.
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The other was a softer voice , As soft as honey - dew : Quoth he the man hath penance done , And penance more will do . VI . FIRST VOICE . " But tell me , 34.
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... tell me , tell me ! speak again , " Thy soft response renewing- " What makes that ship drive on so fast ? " What is the Ocean doing ? SECOND VOICE . " Still as a Slave before his Lord , " The Ocean bath no blaft : " His great bright eye ...
... tell me , tell me ! speak again , " Thy soft response renewing- " What makes that ship drive on so fast ? " What is the Ocean doing ? SECOND VOICE . " Still as a Slave before his Lord , " The Ocean bath no blaft : " His great bright eye ...
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... telling of the sound . I mov'd my lips : the Pilot shriek'd And fell down in a fit . The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes And pray'd where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laugh'd loud and long , and ...
... telling of the sound . I mov'd my lips : the Pilot shriek'd And fell down in a fit . The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes And pray'd where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laugh'd loud and long , and ...
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... Which forc'd me to begin my tale And then it left me free . Since then at an uncertain hour , Now oftimes and now fewer , That anguish comes and makes me tell My ghastly aventure . I pass , like night , from land to land 48.
... Which forc'd me to begin my tale And then it left me free . Since then at an uncertain hour , Now oftimes and now fewer , That anguish comes and makes me tell My ghastly aventure . I pass , like night , from land to land 48.
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... 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 things both great and small : For the dear God , who loveth us , He made and loveth all . The ...
... 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 things both great and small : For the dear God , who loveth us , He made and loveth all . 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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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.