Pastoral PoemsSampson Low, Son, & Marston, 1859 - 55 psl. |
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... feet , This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat ; And it seemed , as I retraced the ballad line by line , That but half of it was hers , and one half of it was mine . Again , and once again , did I repeat the song : " Nay , " said I ...
... feet , This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat ; And it seemed , as I retraced the ballad line by line , That but half of it was hers , and one half of it was mine . Again , and once again , did I repeat the song : " Nay , " said I ...
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... feet , hath gained The middle of the arch . When , list ! he hears a piteous moan Again ! - his heart within him dies- - His pulse is stopped , his breath is lost , He totters , pallid as a ghost , And , looking down , espies A lamb ...
... feet , hath gained The middle of the arch . When , list ! he hears a piteous moan Again ! - his heart within him dies- - His pulse is stopped , his breath is lost , He totters , pallid as a ghost , And , looking down , espies A lamb ...
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... feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb , But never reached the town . The wretched parents all that night Went shouting ...
... feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb , But never reached the town . The wretched parents all that night Went shouting ...
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... feet . Half breathless from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone wall ; And then an open field they crossed The marks were still the same : They tracked ...
... feet . Half breathless from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn - hedge , And by the long stone wall ; And then an open field they crossed The marks were still the same : They tracked ...
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... feet must struggle ; in such bold ascent The pastoral mountains front you , face to face . But , courage ! for around that boisterous brook The mountains have all opened out themselves , And made a hidden valley of their own . No ...
... feet must struggle ; in such bold ascent The pastoral mountains front you , face to face . But , courage ! for around that boisterous brook The mountains have all opened out themselves , And made a hidden valley of their own . No ...
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Beneath that large bird BIRKET FOSTER blessed boisterous brook brook of Green-head brook of Greenhead cheerful child churchyard cottage COUNT OF SANTA CUCKOO delight depth of Dungeon-Ghyll dragged to earth earth both branch EDMUND EVANS father footmarks gate or gap GEORGE THOMAS gone grass green Green-head Ghyll Greenhead Ghyll hats they trim helpmate HENRY WARREN hope housewife IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS Isabel lamb she gave length LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS lived look Lucy Gray Luke maiden mother mountain lamb o'er oftentimes was placed old Michael PASTORAL POEM pity brought thee placed At gate playmate pool is pent received her heart rocks round SANTA EULALIA seen sheep sheep-fold shepherd shepherd's stool sight song spy the fawn stem or turn stood things thou art thou canst thou know'st thoughts thy mother's took tumultuous brook turn the flock vale valley watchman oftentimes wind wouldst thou roam
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7 psl. - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
6 psl. - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
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5 psl. - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?
22 psl. - To-night will be a stormy night You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
27 psl. - O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
43 psl. - Feelings and emanations things which were Light to the sun and music to the wind; And that the old Man's heart seemed born again?
37 psl. - There dwelt a Shepherd, Michael was his name ; An old man stout of heart and strong of limb. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength ; his mind was keen, Intense, and frugal, apt for all affairs ; And in his shepherd's calling he was prompt And watchful more than ordinary men. Hence...
14 psl. - I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; My playmate thou shalt be ; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. It will not, will not rest! Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.
43 psl. - Receiving from his Father hire of praise ; Though nought was left undone which staff, or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform. But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand Against the mountain blasts...