Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... Susan will not tell . Poor Susan moans , poor Susan groans , " As sure as there's a moon in heaven , " Cries Betty , " he'll be back again ; 66 They'll both be here , ' tis almost ten , " They'll both be here before eleven . " Poor Susan ...
... Susan will not tell . Poor Susan moans , poor Susan groans , " As sure as there's a moon in heaven , " Cries Betty , " he'll be back again ; 66 They'll both be here , ' tis almost ten , " They'll both be here before eleven . " Poor Susan ...
160 psl.
... Susan has a dreadful night . And Betty , half an hour ago , On Johnny vile reflections cast ; " A little idle ... Susan ! they'll both be here anon . ” And Susan's growing worse and worse , And Betty's in 160.
... Susan has a dreadful night . And Betty , half an hour ago , On Johnny vile reflections cast ; " A little idle ... Susan ! they'll both be here anon . ” And Susan's growing worse and worse , And Betty's in 160.
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... Susan's side . And Susan she begins to fear Of sad mischances not a few , That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd , Or lost perhaps , and never found ; Which they must both for ever rue . She prefaced half a hint of this With , " 161.
... Susan's side . And Susan she begins to fear Of sad mischances not a few , That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd , Or lost perhaps , and never found ; Which they must both for ever rue . She prefaced half a hint of this With , " 161.
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... Susan said Cried Betty , rising from the bed , " Susan , I'd gladly stay with you . " I must be gone , I must away , " Consider , Johnny's but half - wise ; " Susan , we must take care of him , " If he is hurt in life or limb " - " Oh ...
... Susan said Cried Betty , rising from the bed , " Susan , I'd gladly stay with you . " I must be gone , I must away , " Consider , Johnny's but half - wise ; " Susan , we must take care of him , " If he is hurt in life or limb " - " Oh ...
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... Susan's life would spare , Till she comes back again . So , through the moonlight lane she goes , And far into the moonlight dale ; And how she ran , and how she walked , And all that to herself she talked , Would surely be a tedious ...
... Susan's life would spare , Till she comes back again . So , through the moonlight lane she goes , And far into the moonlight dale ; And how she ran , and how she walked , And all that to herself she talked , Would surely be a tedious ...
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Lyrical Ballads– William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Ribota peržiūra - 2002 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Albatross ancyent Marinere babe beauteous Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breeze bright child church-yard cold dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs Liswyn farm live looks Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight moonlight bay mov'd never night o'er oh misery old Susan Gale owlets pain pass'd pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails senses fail Ship side silent silent night Simon Lee song soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry youth
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105 psl. - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
202 psl. - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
37 psl. - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
103 psl. - Her eyes were fair, and very fair : Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
195 psl. - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
198 psl. - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
195 psl. - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
194 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
vii 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 — ' 30 The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
200 psl. - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.