Lyrical BalladsD. Nutt, 1898 - 227 psl. |
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... gone ; and now the wedding - guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door . He went , like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . THE FOSTER - MOTHER'S TALE , A DRAMATIC ...
... gone ; and now the wedding - guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door . He went , like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . THE FOSTER - MOTHER'S TALE , A DRAMATIC ...
83 psl.
... gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help , and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no ...
... gone was every friend of thine : And kindred of dead husband are at best Small help , and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no ...
111 psl.
... gone to sea . " Two of us in the church - yard lie , 66 My sister and my brother , " And in the church - yard cottage , I 66 " Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , " And two are gone to sea , " Yet you ...
... gone to sea . " Two of us in the church - yard lie , 66 My sister and my brother , " And in the church - yard cottage , I 66 " Dwell near them with my mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , " And two are gone to sea , " Yet you ...
136 psl.
... , dwindled , one by one , And I may say that many a time I wished they all were gone : They dwindled one by one away ; For me it was a woeful day . To wicked deeds I was inclined , And wicked fancies 136 LYRICAL BALLADS.
... , dwindled , one by one , And I may say that many a time I wished they all were gone : They dwindled one by one away ; For me it was a woeful day . To wicked deeds I was inclined , And wicked fancies 136 LYRICAL BALLADS.
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... gone and far away . I'll teach my boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little babe ! thy lips are still , And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . -Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks are ...
... gone and far away . I'll teach my boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little babe ! thy lips are still , And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill . -Where art thou gone my own dear child ? What wicked looks are ...
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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