Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsPayson & Clarke, 1926 - 210 psl. |
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... thus about your door , What means this bustle , Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love , your idiot boy ? Beneath the moon that shines so bright , Till she 149 The Idiot Boy.
... thus about your door , What means this bustle , Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love , your idiot boy ? Beneath the moon that shines so bright , Till she 149 The Idiot Boy.
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... Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her idiot boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good Betty ! put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you , But , ...
... Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her idiot boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good Betty ! put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you , But , ...
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... Betty's husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A woodman in the distant vale ; There's none to help poor Susan Gale , What must be done ? what will betide ? And Betty from the lane has fetched Her pony , 151.
... Betty's husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A woodman in the distant vale ; There's none to help poor Susan Gale , What must be done ? what will betide ? And Betty from the lane has fetched Her pony , 151.
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... Betty Foy Has up upon the saddle set , The like was never heard of yet , Him whom she loves , her idiot boy . 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 ...
... Betty Foy Has up upon the saddle set , The like was never heard of yet , Him whom she loves , her idiot boy . 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 ...
153 psl.
... Betty o'er and o'er has told The boy who is her best delight , Both what to follow , what to shun , What do , and what to leave undone , How turn to left , and how to right . And Betty's most especial charge , Was , " Johnny ! Johnny ...
... Betty o'er and o'er has told The boy who is her best delight , Both what to follow , what to shun , What do , and what to leave undone , How turn to left , and how to right . And Betty's most especial charge , Was , " Johnny ! Johnny ...
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Lyrical Ballads– William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Ribota peržiūra - 2002 |
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Albatross ancyent Marinere babe barren leaves beauteous Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright child church-yard cold dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill of moss idiot boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight moonlight bay mov'd never night o'er Oh mercy oh misery owlets pain pass'd pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails senses fail 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
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105 psl. - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
202 psl. - 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.
37 psl. - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
103 psl. - 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. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
195 psl. - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
198 psl. - 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, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
195 psl. - 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...
194 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
vii psl. - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' 30 The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
200 psl. - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.