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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151 psl.
... guess . And Betty's husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A woodman in the distant vale ; There's none to help poor Susan Gale , What must be done ? what will betide ? And Betty from the lane has fetched Her pony , 151.
... guess . And Betty's husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A woodman in the distant vale ; There's none to help poor Susan Gale , What must be done ? what will betide ? And Betty from the lane has fetched Her pony , 151.
152 psl.
... pony , that is mild and good , Whether he be in joy or pain , Feeding at will along the lane , Or bringing faggots from the wood . And he is all in travelling trim , And by the moonlight , Betty Foy Has up upon the saddle set , The like ...
... pony , that is mild and good , Whether he be in joy or pain , Feeding at will along the lane , Or bringing faggots from the wood . And he is all in travelling trim , And by the moonlight , Betty Foy Has up upon the saddle set , The like ...
154 psl.
... pony's side , On which her idiot boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the pony moved his legs , Oh ! then for the poor idiot boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , He's ...
... pony's side , On which her idiot boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the pony moved his legs , Oh ! then for the poor idiot boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , He's ...
155 psl.
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And while the pony moves his legs , In Johnny's left - hand you may see , The green bough's motionless and dead ; The moon that shines above his head Is not more still ...
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And while the pony moves his legs , In Johnny's left - hand you may see , The green bough's motionless and dead ; The moon that shines above his head Is not more still ...
156 psl.
... pony moves , And Johnny makes the noise he loves , And Betty listens , glad to hear it . Away she hies to Susan Gale : And Johnny's in a merry tune , The owlets hoot , the owlets curr , And Johnny's lips they burr , burr , burr , And on ...
... pony moves , And Johnny makes the noise he loves , And Betty listens , glad to hear it . Away she hies to Susan Gale : And Johnny's in a merry tune , The owlets hoot , the owlets curr , And Johnny's lips they burr , burr , burr , And on ...
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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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