Lyrical BalladsWoodstock Books, 1990 - 210 psl. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–3 iš 18
31 psl.
... thou hast thy will : " For that , which comes out of thine eye , doth make " My body and soul to be still . " Never sadder tale was told To a man of woman born : Sadder and wiser thou wedding - guest ! Thou'lt rise to morrow morn ...
... thou hast thy will : " For that , which comes out of thine eye , doth make " My body and soul to be still . " Never sadder tale was told To a man of woman born : Sadder and wiser thou wedding - guest ! Thou'lt rise to morrow morn ...
144 psl.
... thou wilt not go , But still be true ' till I am dead , My pretty thing ! then thou shalt sing , As merry as the birds in spring . Thy father cares not for my breast , ' Tis thine , sweet baby , there to rest : ' Tis all thine own ! and ...
... thou wilt not go , But still be true ' till I am dead , My pretty thing ! then thou shalt sing , As merry as the birds in spring . Thy father cares not for my breast , ' Tis thine , sweet baby , there to rest : ' Tis all thine own ! and ...
145 psl.
... thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . -Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks are those I see ? Alas ! alas ! that look so wild , It never , never came from me : If thou art mad , my pretty lad , Then I must be for ever ...
... thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . -Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks are those I see ? Alas ! alas ! that look so wild , It never , never came from me : If thou art mad , my pretty lad , Then I must be for ever ...
Turinys
The FosterMothers Tale | 53 |
Lines left upon a Seat in a Yewtree which stands | 59 |
The Female Vagrant | 69 |
Autorių teisės | |
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