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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... look round for poetry, and will be induced to enquire by what species of courtesy these attempts can be permitted to assume that title. It is desirable that such readers, for their own sakes, should not suffer the solitary word Poetry ...
... look round for poetry, and will be induced to enquire by what species of courtesy these attempts can be permitted to assume that title. It is desirable that such readers, for their own sakes, should not suffer the solitary word Poetry ...
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... , ancyent Marinere! “From the fiends that plague thee thus— “Why look'st thou so?”—with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun came up upon the right, Out of the Sea came he; And broad as a weft upon the left Went down.
... , ancyent Marinere! “From the fiends that plague thee thus— “Why look'st thou so?”—with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun came up upon the right, Out of the Sea came he; And broad as a weft upon the left Went down.
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... looks Had I from old and young; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. I saw a something in the Sky No bigger than my fist; At first it seem'd a little speck And then it seem'd a mist: It mov'd and mov'd, and ...
... looks Had I from old and young; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. I saw a something in the Sky No bigger than my fist; At first it seem'd a little speck And then it seem'd a mist: It mov'd and mov'd, and ...
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... looks are free, Her locks are yellow as gold: Her skin is as white as leprosy, And she is far liker Death than he; Her flesh makes the still air cold. The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing dice; “The Game is done! I ...
... looks are free, Her locks are yellow as gold: Her skin is as white as leprosy, And she is far liker Death than he; Her flesh makes the still air cold. The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing dice; “The Game is done! I ...
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... look'd upon the rotting Sea, And drew my eyes away; I look'd upon the eldritch deck, And there the dead men lay. I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as ...
... look'd upon the rotting Sea, And drew my eyes away; I look'd upon the eldritch deck, And there the dead men lay. I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as ...
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