Lyrical Ballads (1798)
Gelesen von Verity Kendall
William Wordsworth
(2,95 Sterne; 20 Bewertungen)
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. Most of the poems in the 1798 edition were written by Wordsworth, with Coleridge contributing only four poems to the collection, including one of his most famous works, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. (Additionally, though only the two writers are credited for the works, William's sister Dorothy Wordsworth's diary which held powerful descriptions of everyday surroundings influenced William's poetry immensely.) (Summary by Wikipedia) (2 hr 3 min)
Chapters
Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite
3:23
Read by Verity Kendall
Bewertungen
Great version, so very well read
Colinhs9
(5 Sterne)
I’d read the Prelude to the Lyrical Ballads but never the Ballads themselves until coming across the audiobook. It’s a nice little collection, with the great Rime of the Ancient Mariner in it (which I had read before). In fact, quite a few favourites have apparently been included in this set. It is great to hear them all read by the same person, who obviously puts great effort into reading this properly and in an entertaining fashion without spoiling the pieces. Great job.
Good reading for scholarly listen, wish sound was better
gradspeed
(3 Sterne)
The reading was quite good to focus on words and not the readers inflection. Also liked the footnotes since I was not reading for enjoyment but to understand the work.
too,rushed and breathless for poetic enjoyment.
Cindy Mccollum
(3 Sterne)
(0,5 Sterne)
The sound is horrible and the narration is not the proper one to Romantic poetry. Footnotes shouldnât be read; this makes the reader feel lost and not concentrate in the poem itself.