Lyrical BalladsWoodstock Books, 1990 - 210 psl. |
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... thee , ancyent Marinere ! " " From the fiends that plague thee thus- Why look'st thou so ? " - with my cross bow I shot the Albatross . II . The Sun came up upon the right , 10.
... thee , ancyent Marinere ! " " From the fiends that plague thee thus- Why look'st thou so ? " - with my cross bow I shot the Albatross . II . The Sun came up upon the right , 10.
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... thee . Oh wind that o'er my head art flying , The way my friends their course did bend , I should not feel the pain of dying , Could I with thee a message send . Too soon , my friends , you went away ; For I had many things to say . I ...
... thee . Oh wind that o'er my head art flying , The way my friends their course did bend , I should not feel the pain of dying , Could I with thee a message send . Too soon , my friends , you went away ; For I had many things to say . I ...
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... thee O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the wood How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguish'd though With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of 201.
... thee O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through the wood How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguish'd though With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of 201.
Turinys
The FosterMothers Tale | 53 |
Lines left upon a Seat in a Yewtree which stands | 59 |
The Female Vagrant | 69 |
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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