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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... things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country. I. It is an ancyent Marinere, And he stoppeth one of three: “By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye “Now wherefore stoppest me? “The ...
... things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country. I. It is an ancyent Marinere, And he stoppeth one of three: “By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye “Now wherefore stoppest me? “The ...
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... thing And it would work 'em woe: For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird That made the Breeze to blow. Ne dim ne red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird That brought the fog and mist ...
... thing And it would work 'em woe: For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird That made the Breeze to blow. Ne dim ne red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird That brought the fog and mist ...
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... things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy Sea. About, about, in reel and rout The Deathfires danc'd at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us ...
... things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy Sea. About, about, in reel and rout The Deathfires danc'd at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us ...
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... things Liv'd on—and so did I. I 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 ...
... things Liv'd on—and so did I. I 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 ...
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... things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gusht from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware! Sure ... thing Belov'd from pole to pole! To Maryqueen the praise be yeven She sent the gentle sleep from heaven That slid into.
... things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gusht from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware! Sure ... thing Belov'd from pole to pole! To Maryqueen the praise be yeven She sent the gentle sleep from heaven That slid into.
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