Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsJ. & A. Arch, 1798 - 210 Seiten "A landmark in Romanticism, and one of the most celebrated of all collaborative literary works, Lyrical Ballads includes Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey' and the earliest version of Coleridge's 'Rime of the Ancyent Marinere'. Originally the poem 'Lewti' appeared on pages 63-7; but as this was known to be by Coleridge and the authors wished to preserve their anonymity, these leaves were cancelled before publication and replaced by 'The Nightingale'. The corresponding change was made in the table of contents"--Abebooks website. Pagination errors remained as a result of the substitution of 'The Nightingale." |
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... Susan Gale , Old Susan , she who dwells alone , Is sick , and makes a piteous moan , As if her very life would fail . There's not a house within a mile , No hand to help them in distress : Old Susan lies a bed in pain , And sorely ...
... Susan Gale , Old Susan , she who dwells alone , Is sick , and makes a piteous moan , As if her very life would fail . There's not a house within a mile , No hand to help them in distress : Old Susan lies a bed in pain , And sorely ...
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... And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , Or she will die , old Susan Gale . There is no need of boot or spur , There 152.
... And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , Or she will die , old Susan Gale . There is no need of boot or spur , There 152.
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... . Away she hies to Susan Gale : And Johnny's in a merry tune , The owlets hoot , the owlets curr , And Johnny's lips they burr , burr , burr , And on he goes beneath the moon . His steed and he right well agree , For of 156.
... . Away she hies to Susan Gale : And Johnny's in a merry tune , The owlets hoot , the owlets curr , And Johnny's lips they burr , burr , burr , And on he goes beneath the moon . His steed and he right well agree , For of 156.
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... . So through the moonlight lanes they go , And far into the moonlight dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , To comfort poor old Susan Gale . And Betty , now at Susan's side , Is in 157.
... . So through the moonlight lanes they go , And far into the moonlight dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , To comfort poor old Susan Gale . And Betty , now at Susan's side , Is in 157.
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... Susan's side , Is in the middle of her story , What comfort Johnny soon will bring , With many a most diverting thing , Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory . And Betty's still at Susan's side : By this time she's not quite so flurried ...
... Susan's side , Is in the middle of her story , What comfort Johnny soon will bring , With many a most diverting thing , Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory . And Betty's still at Susan's side : By this time she's not quite so flurried ...
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Lyrical Ballads: William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Eingeschränkte Leseprobe - 2002 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albatross ancyent Marinere babe behold Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright bright eye child church-yard cold dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green grief happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight mountain mov'd never night o'er oh misery owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails 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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 111 - 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.
Seite 210 - 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.
Seite 7 - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.
Seite 205 - The picture of the mind revives again ; While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Seite 202 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Seite 35 - Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Seite 112 - Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Seite 203 - 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...
Seite 210 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'.
Seite 206 - 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, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.