Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsJ. & A. Arch, 1798 - 210 psl. "A landmark in Romanticism, and one of the most celebrated of all collaborative literary works, Lyrical Ballads includes Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey' and the earliest version of Coleridge's 'Rime of the Ancyent Marinere'. Originally the poem 'Lewti' appeared on pages 63-7; but as this was known to be by Coleridge and the authors wished to preserve their anonymity, these leaves were cancelled before publication and replaced by 'The Nightingale'. The corresponding change was made in the table of contents"--Abebooks website. Pagination errors remained as a result of the substitution of 'The Nightingale." |
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... author's wishes , that they should consent to be pleased in spite of that most dreadful enemy to our pleasures , our own pre - established codes of decision . Readers of superior judgment may disapprove of the style in ii .
... author's wishes , that they should consent to be pleased in spite of that most dreadful enemy to our pleasures , our own pre - established codes of decision . Readers of superior judgment may disapprove of the style in ii .
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... , it split the bay ; The Ship went down like lead . Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound , Which sky and ocean smote : Like one that hath been seven days drown'd My body lay afloat : But , swift as dreams , myself I found Within 46.
... , it split the bay ; The Ship went down like lead . Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound , Which sky and ocean smote : Like one that hath been seven days drown'd My body lay afloat : But , swift as dreams , myself I found Within 46.
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... that soon such anguish must ensue , Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap , That we the mercy of the waves should rue . We reached the western world , a poor , devoted crew . Oh ! dreadful price of being to resign All that 75.
... that soon such anguish must ensue , Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap , That we the mercy of the waves should rue . We reached the western world , a poor , devoted crew . Oh ! dreadful price of being to resign All that 75.
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With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Oh ! dreadful price of being to resign All that is dear in being ! better far In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine , Unseen , unheard , unwatched by any star ...
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Oh ! dreadful price of being to resign All that is dear in being ! better far In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine , Unseen , unheard , unwatched by any star ...
160 psl.
... dreadful night . And Betty , half an hour ago , On Johnny vile reflections cast ; " A little idle sauntering thing ! " With other names , an endless string , But now that time is gone and past . And Betty's drooping at the heart , That ...
... dreadful night . And Betty , half an hour ago , On Johnny vile reflections cast ; " A little idle sauntering thing ! " With other names , an endless string , But now that time is gone and past . And Betty's drooping at the heart , That ...
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Lyrical Ballads William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Ribota peržiūra - 2002 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Albatross ancyent Marinere babe behold Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright bright eye child church-yard cold dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green grief happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd never night o'er oh misery owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship side silent Simon Lee snow soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry
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111 psl. - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
210 psl. - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
7 psl. - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.
205 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.
202 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
35 psl. - Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
112 psl. - Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
203 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...
210 psl. - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'.
206 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.
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