Lyrical BalladsD. Nutt, 1898 - 227 psl. |
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... forc'd me to begin my tale And then it left me free . Since then at an uncertain hour , Now oftimes and now fewer , That anguish comes and makes me tell My ghastly aventure . I pass , like night , from land to land 48 LYRICAL BALLADS.
... forc'd me to begin my tale And then it left me free . Since then at an uncertain hour , Now oftimes and now fewer , That anguish comes and makes me tell My ghastly aventure . I pass , like night , from land to land 48 LYRICAL BALLADS.
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... And heath , and thistle , thinly sprinkled o'er , Fixing his downward eye , he many an hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And lifting up his head , he then would gaze 60 LYRICAL BALLADS.
... And heath , and thistle , thinly sprinkled o'er , Fixing his downward eye , he many an hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And lifting up his head , he then would gaze 60 LYRICAL BALLADS.
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... dignity abides with him alone Who , in the silent hour of inward thought , Can still suspect , and still revere himself , In lowliness of heart . THE NIGHTINGALE ; A CONVERSATIONAL POEM , WRITTEN IN APRIL 62 LYRICAL BALLADS.
... dignity abides with him alone Who , in the silent hour of inward thought , Can still suspect , and still revere himself , In lowliness of heart . THE NIGHTINGALE ; A CONVERSATIONAL POEM , WRITTEN IN APRIL 62 LYRICAL BALLADS.
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... hour , When from the last hill - top , my sire surveyed , Peering above the trees , the steeple tower , That on his marriage - day sweet music made ? Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid , Close by my mother in their native ...
... hour , When from the last hill - top , my sire surveyed , Peering above the trees , the steeple tower , That on his marriage - day sweet music made ? Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid , Close by my mother in their native ...
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... hour of rest , That comes not to the human mourner's breast . Remote from man , and storms of mortal care , A heavenly silence did the waves invest ; I looked and looked along the silent air , Until it seemed to bring a joy to my ...
... hour of rest , That comes not to the human mourner's breast . Remote from man , and storms of mortal care , A heavenly silence did the waves invest ; I looked and looked along the silent air , Until it seemed to bring a joy to my ...
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