Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... on the same subject · Old Man travelling · The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman The Convict · - Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey 180 183 - 186 189 193 · 197 201 THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE , IN SEVEN PARTS.
... on the same subject · Old Man travelling · The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman The Convict · - Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey 180 183 - 186 189 193 · 197 201 THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE , IN SEVEN PARTS.
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... Scene , on the 180 183 same subject Old Man travelling 186 - 189 The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman - 193 The Convict · 197 Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey 201 THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE , IN SEVEN PARTS.
... Scene , on the 180 183 same subject Old Man travelling 186 - 189 The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman - 193 The Convict · 197 Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey 201 THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE , IN SEVEN PARTS.
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... woman and her fleshless Pheere ? His bones were black with many a crack , All black and bare , I ween ; Jet - black and bare , save where with rust Of mouldy damps and charnel crust They're patch'd with purple and green . Her lips are ...
... woman and her fleshless Pheere ? His bones were black with many a crack , All black and bare , I ween ; Jet - black and bare , save where with rust Of mouldy damps and charnel crust They're patch'd with purple and green . Her lips are ...
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... woman born : Sadder and wiser thou wedding - guest ! Thou'lt rise to morrow morn . Never sadder tale was heard By a man of woman born : The Marineres all return'd to work As silent as beforne . The Marineres all ' gan pull the ropes ...
... woman born : Sadder and wiser thou wedding - guest ! Thou'lt rise to morrow morn . Never sadder tale was heard By a man of woman born : The Marineres all return'd to work As silent as beforne . The Marineres all ' gan pull the ropes ...
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... Woman thus her artless story told ) One field , a flock , and what the neighbouring flood Supplied , to him were more than mines of gold . Light was my sleep ; my days in transport roll'd : With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the ...
... Woman thus her artless story told ) One field , a flock , and what the neighbouring flood Supplied , to him were more than mines of gold . Light was my sleep ; my days in transport roll'd : With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the ...
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Albatross ancyent Marinere babe beauteous Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips 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 high crag hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs Liswyn farm live looks Martha Ray mind mist moon moonlight moonlight bay mov'd never night o'er oh misery old Susan Gale owlets pain pass'd pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails senses fail Ship side silent silent night Simon Lee song 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 youth
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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.