Lyrical BalladsWoodstock Books, 1990 - 210 psl. |
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Rezultatai 1–3 iš 19
43 psl.
... wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . VII . This Hermit goed lives in that wood Which 43.
... wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . VII . This Hermit goed lives in that wood Which 43.
141 psl.
... wood stone , She talked and sung the woods among ; And it was in the English tongue . 1 " Sweet babe ! they say that I am mad 141 The Mad Mother.
... wood stone , She talked and sung the woods among ; And it was in the English tongue . 1 " Sweet babe ! they say that I am mad 141 The Mad Mother.
178 psl.
... wood . " - The word scarce said , Did Susan rise up from her bed , As if by magic cured . Away she posts up hill and down , And to the wood at length is come , She spies her friends , she shouts a greeting ; Oh me ! it is a merry ...
... wood . " - The word scarce said , Did Susan rise up from her bed , As if by magic cured . Away she posts up hill and down , And to the wood at length is come , She spies her friends , she shouts a greeting ; Oh me ! it is a merry ...
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