Lyrical BalladsD. Nutt, 1898 - 227 psl. |
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... ( Heaven's mother send us grace ) As if thro ' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I , and my heart beat loud ) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless ...
... ( Heaven's mother send us grace ) As if thro ' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I , and my heart beat loud ) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless ...
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... Heaven , and try'd to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust . I clos'd my lids and kept them close , Till the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and ...
... Heaven , and try'd to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust . I clos'd my lids and kept them close , Till the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and ...
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... heaven That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck That had so long remain'd , I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I ...
... heaven That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck That had so long remain'd , I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I ...
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... heavens be mute . It ceas'd yet still the sails made on :: A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Listen , O listen , thou ...
... heavens be mute . It ceas'd yet still the sails made on :: A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Listen , O listen , thou ...
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... Heaven ! it was a joy , The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood ...
... Heaven ! it was a joy , The dead men could not blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood ...
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Albatross Alfoxden Ancyent Marinere babe Basil Montagu Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breeze bright changes of text chatter child cold Coleridge dead dear door doth dreadful edition fair fear Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist limbs Liswyn farm looks Lyrical Ballads maid Martha Ray mind moon moonlight mov'd Nether Stowey never night Nightingale o'er oh misery old Susan pain pleasure poem pond pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Salisbury Plain Ship side silent Simon Lee soul spirit stanza stars stood strange Susan Gale sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro TINTERN ABBEY tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Wordsworth