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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... thro' the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen; Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken— The Ice was all between. The Ice was here, the Ice was there, The Ice was all around: It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd— Like ...
... thro' the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen; Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken— The Ice was all between. The Ice was here, the Ice was there, The Ice was all around: It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd— Like ...
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... thro'. And a good south wind sprung up behind, The Albatross did follow; And every day for food or play Came to the Marinere's hollo! In mist or cloud on mast or shroud It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fogsmoke ...
... thro'. And a good south wind sprung up behind, The Albatross did follow; And every day for food or play Came to the Marinere's hollo! In mist or cloud on mast or shroud It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fogsmoke ...
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... thro' utter drouth Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah weladay! what evil looks Had I from old and young; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. I saw a ...
... thro' utter drouth Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah weladay! what evil looks Had I from old and young; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. I saw a ...
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William Wordsworth. Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood I bit my arm and suck'd the blood And cry'd, A sail! a ... thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she ...
William Wordsworth. Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood I bit my arm and suck'd the blood And cry'd, A sail! a ... thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she ...
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... The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing dice; “The Game is done! I've won, I've won!” Quoth she, and whistled thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled thro' his bones; Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole ...
... The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing dice; “The Game is done! I've won, I've won!” Quoth she, and whistled thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled thro' his bones; Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole ...
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