Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 15 találatból.
12. oldal
... Twas right , said they , such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . The breezes blew , the white foam flew , The furrow follow'd free : We were the first that ever burst Into that silent Sea . Down dropt the breeze , the Sails ...
... Twas right , said they , such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . The breezes blew , the white foam flew , The furrow follow'd free : We were the first that ever burst Into that silent Sea . Down dropt the breeze , the Sails ...
30. oldal
... twas like all instruments , Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute . It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month ...
... twas like all instruments , Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute . It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month ...
37. oldal
... Twas night , calm night , the moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes That in the moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with ...
... Twas night , calm night , the moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes That in the moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with ...
49. oldal
... the little Vesper - bell Which biddeth me to prayer . O Wedding - guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . D O sweeter than the Marriage - feast , ' Tis 49.
... the little Vesper - bell Which biddeth me to prayer . O Wedding - guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . D O sweeter than the Marriage - feast , ' Tis 49.
55. oldal
... twas his only play To get the seeds of wild flowers , and to plant them With earth and water , on the stumps of trees . A Friar , who gathered simples in the wood , A grey - haired man - he loved this little boy , The boy loved him ...
... twas his only play To get the seeds of wild flowers , and to plant them With earth and water , on the stumps of trees . A Friar , who gathered simples in the wood , A grey - haired man - he loved this little boy , The boy loved him ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Lyrical Ballads: William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Korlátozott előnézet - 2002 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
105. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
103. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
vii. oldal - 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. oldal - 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.