 THE SOLITARY REAPER. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing...  The English Poets: Wordsworth to Tennyson - Стр. 41редактор(ы): - 1880Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Stanley Appelbaum - 1996 - Страниц: 260
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 | McGuffey - 1997 - Страниц: 718
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 | Kirsten Malmkjær, John Williams - 1998 - Страниц: 212
...Once the 'very now' is established, Wordsworth reverts to the simple present of summary reportage. 9 Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland...for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. (from The Solitary Reaper, 1807) In (9), again an opening stanza, Wordsworth clearly aims, in Edgeworth's... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - Страниц: 386
...and other superhuman presences in all parts of nature. Fo RM : Italian sonnet rhyming abbaabbacdcdcd. The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field,...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More... | |
 | Michael Newton - 1999 - Страниц: 308
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 | Brad Sullivan - 2000 - Страниц: 232
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 | William Wordsworth - 2000 - Страниц: 788
...Your Father such example gave, And such revere! But be admonished by his Grave, And think, and fear! The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field,...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt So sweetly... | |
 | George Monteiro - 2000 - Страниц: 216
...poem, it may be helpful to recall the version of "The Solitary Reaper" that was familiar to Pessoa: Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More... | |
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