Lyrical Ballads 1798Simon and Schuster, 2013. jan. 24. - 92 oldal Lyrical Ballads, with a Few Other Poems is a collection of poems by William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, first published in 1798 and generally considered to have marked the beginning of the English Romantic movement in literature. The immediate effect on critics was modest, but it became and remains a landmark, changing the course of English literature and poetry. |
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... strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars (Heaven's mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres! Are those her Sails.
... strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars (Heaven's mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres! Are those her Sails.
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... Heaven, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust. I clos'd my lids and kept them close, Till the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and.
... Heaven, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust. I clos'd my lids and kept them close, Till the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and.
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... And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. V. O sleep, it is a gentle thing Belov'd from pole to pole! To Maryqueen the praise be yeven She sent the gentle sleep from heaven That slid into.
... And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. V. O sleep, it is a gentle thing Belov'd from pole to pole! To Maryqueen the praise be yeven She sent the gentle sleep from heaven That slid into.
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William Wordsworth. She sent the gentle sleep from heaven That slid into my soul. The silly buckets on the deck That had so long remain'd, I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd. My lips were wet, my throat ...
William Wordsworth. She sent the gentle sleep from heaven That slid into my soul. The silly buckets on the deck That had so long remain'd, I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd. My lips were wet, my throat ...
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Tartalomjegyzék
The Fostermothers Tale a Dramatic Fragment | |
The Female Vagrant | |
Lines Written at a Small Distance from My House and Sent by | |
Lines Written in Early Spring | |
The Last of the Flock | |
Lines written near Richmond upon the Thames at Evening | |
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 behold Beneath Betty Foy Betty’s birds black lips body breath breeze bright chatter child churchyard dead dear Doctor door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTERMOTHER 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 limbs Liswyn farm live look look’d maid Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight mother mountain mov’d nature’s never night o’er oh misery owlets pain pass’d pleasure pond pony pony’s poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails she’s Ship silent Simon Lee soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood strange sweet tale tears tell thee There’s things thorn thou thought thro Tintern Abbey tree turn’d Twas voice weddingguest what’s wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry