Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 356 leidimas,1 tomas |
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In March , December , and in July , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; The neighbours tell , and tell you truly , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . At night , at morning , and at noon , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ...
In March , December , and in July , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; The neighbours tell , and tell you truly , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . At night , at morning , and at noon , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ...
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twas hardly worth the telling , It would not pay for candle - light . - This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire , Her hut was on a cold hill side , And in that country coals are dear , For they come far by wind and tide .
twas hardly worth the telling , It would not pay for candle - light . - This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire , Her hut was on a cold hill side , And in that country coals are dear , For they come far by wind and tide .
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Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does she repeat that doleful cry ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you'd gladly view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The Heap that's like ...
Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does she repeat that doleful cry ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you'd gladly view the spot , The spot to which she goes ; The Heap that's like ...
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Nay , rack your brain ' tis all in vain , I'll tell you every thing I know ; But to the Thorn , and to the Pond Which is a little step beyond , I wish that you would Perhaps , when you are at the place , You something of her tale may ...
Nay , rack your brain ' tis all in vain , I'll tell you every thing I know ; But to the Thorn , and to the Pond Which is a little step beyond , I wish that you would Perhaps , when you are at the place , You something of her tale may ...
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I'll give you the best help I can : Before you up the mountain go , Up to the dreary mountain - top , I'll tell you all I know . ' Tis now some two - and - twenty years Since she ( her name is Martha Ray ) Gave with a maiden's true good ...
I'll give you the best help I can : Before you up the mountain go , Up to the dreary mountain - top , I'll tell you all I know . ' Tis now some two - and - twenty years Since she ( her name is Martha Ray ) Gave with a maiden's true good ...
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Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems ... William Wordsworth,Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1805 |
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149 psl. - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
156 psl. - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
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170 psl. - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
181 psl. - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart No voice; but oh!
172 psl. - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
173 psl. - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
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56 psl. - 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.