Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 356 leidimas,1 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 - 248 psl. |
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... saved from Outrage worse than Death The Lady of the Land ; And how she wept and clasped his knees , And how she tended him in vain- And ever strove to expiate The Scorn , that crazed his Brain : And that she nursed him in a Cave ; And 133.
... saved from Outrage worse than Death The Lady of the Land ; And how she wept and clasped his knees , And how she tended him in vain- And ever strove to expiate The Scorn , that crazed his Brain : And that she nursed him in a Cave ; And 133.
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... Land of Mist and Snow . And every tongue through utter drouth Was withered at the root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah well - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the ...
... Land of Mist and Snow . And every tongue through utter drouth Was withered at the root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah well - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the ...
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... land of mist and snow . The Spirit slid : and it was He That made the Ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the Ship stood still also . The Sun right up above the mast Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she ...
... land of mist and snow . The Spirit slid : and it was He That made the Ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the Ship stood still also . The Sun right up above the mast Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she ...
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... With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross . The Spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow , He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow . The other was a softer voice , As soft as 172.
... With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross . The Spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow , He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow . The other was a softer voice , As soft as 172.
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... land , Each one a lovely light : This seraph - band , each waved his hand , No voice did they impart- No voice ; but O ! the silence sank Like music on my heart . But soon I heard the dash of oars , I heard the pilot's cheer : My head ...
... land , Each one a lovely light : This seraph - band , each waved his hand , No voice did they impart- No voice ; but O ! the silence sank Like music on my heart . But soon I heard the dash of oars , I heard the pilot's cheer : My head ...
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Albatross Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breath breeze chatter cold composition dead dear endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart high crag Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan Gale Owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader round sails senses fail Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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147 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 -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
154 psl. - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
198 psl. - Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
171 psl. - Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid ; a'nd it was he That made the ship to go.
168 psl. - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
179 psl. - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart No voice; but oh!
170 psl. - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
171 psl. - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
xv psl. - For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and, unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. The most effective of these causes are the great national events which are daily taking place, and the increasing accumulation of men in cities, where the uniformity of their occupations produces a craving for extraordinary incident, which the rapid communication of intelligence...
54 psl. - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.