Lyrical BalladsWoodstock Books, 1990 - 210 psl. |
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... that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my And still my body drank . dreams I mov'd and could not fecl my limbs , I 26.
... that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my And still my body drank . dreams I mov'd and could not fecl my limbs , I 26.
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... cold to go to bed , And then for cold not sleep a wink . Oh joy for her ! when c'er in winter The winds at night had made a rout , And scatter'd many a lusty splinter , And many a rotten bough about . Yet never had she , well or sick ...
... cold to go to bed , And then for cold not sleep a wink . Oh joy for her ! when c'er in winter The winds at night had made a rout , And scatter'd many a lusty splinter , And many a rotten bough about . Yet never had she , well or sick ...
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... cold and very chill : His face was gloom , his heart was sorrow , Alas ! that day for Harry Gill ! That day he wore a riding - coat , But not a whit the warmer he : Another was on Thursday brought , And ere the Sabbath he had threc ...
... cold and very chill : His face was gloom , his heart was sorrow , Alas ! that day for Harry Gill ! That day he wore a riding - coat , But not a whit the warmer he : Another was on Thursday brought , And ere the Sabbath he had threc ...
Turinys
The FosterMothers Tale | 53 |
Lines left upon a Seat in a Yewtree which stands | 59 |
The Female Vagrant | 69 |
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Nerodoma skirsnių: 9
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Lyrical Ballads– William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Ribota peržiūra - 2002 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Albatross Alfoxden ancyent Marinere babe behold Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breeze bright CHARLES LLOYD chatter child church-yard Coleridge Coleridge's COTTLE dead dear door doth dreadful fair fear feel FOSTER-MOTHER Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's JOSEPH COTTLE Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm living looks Lyrical ballads Maid Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight mov'd never night o'er oh misery owlets pain pleasure poems poetry pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY round sails Ship silent Simon Lee snow soul SOUTHEY spirit stars 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 Wordsworth