Lyrical BalladsPayson & Clarke, 1926 - 218 oldal |
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43. oldal
... Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy , The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He fingeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The ...
... Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy , The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He fingeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The ...
45. oldal
... it were " The skeletons of leaves that lag " My forest brook along : When the Ivy - tod is heavy with snow , " And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below " That eats the she - wolf's young . " Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look- ( 45.
... it were " The skeletons of leaves that lag " My forest brook along : When the Ivy - tod is heavy with snow , " And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below " That eats the she - wolf's young . " Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look- ( 45.
46. oldal
William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. " Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look- ( The Pilot made reply ) " I am a - fear'd.- " Push on , push on ! " Said the Hermit cheerily . The Boat came closer to the Ship , But I ne spake ne stirr ...
William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. " Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look- ( The Pilot made reply ) " I am a - fear'd.- " Push on , push on ! " Said the Hermit cheerily . The Boat came closer to the Ship , But I ne spake ne stirr ...
50. oldal
... well , Both man and bird and beast . He prayeth best who loveth best , All things both great and small : For the dear God , who loveth us , He made and loveth all . 8 The Marinere , whose eye is bright , Whose beard 50.
... well , Both man and bird and beast . He prayeth best who loveth best , All things both great and small : For the dear God , who loveth us , He made and loveth all . 8 The Marinere , whose eye is bright , Whose beard 50.
53. oldal
... dear times When you two little ones would stand at eve On each side of my chair , and make me learn you had learnt in the day ; and how to talk All In gentle phrase , then bid me sing to you- THE The Foster-Mother's Tale The Foster ...
... dear times When you two little ones would stand at eve On each side of my chair , and make me learn you had learnt in the day ; and how to talk All In gentle phrase , then bid me sing to you- THE The Foster-Mother's Tale The Foster ...
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 barren leaves beauteous Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath 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 hill of moss idiot boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight moonlight bay mov'd never night o'er Oh mercy oh misery owlets pain pass'd pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails senses fail Ship side silent Simon Lee snow 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
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.