Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... Johnny has his holly - bough , And with a hurly - burly now He shakes the green bough in his hand . And Betty o'er ... Johnny ! Johnny ! mind that you " Come home again , nor stop at all , " Come home again , whate'er befal , " My Johnny ...
... Johnny has his holly - bough , And with a hurly - burly now He shakes the green bough in his hand . And Betty o'er ... Johnny ! Johnny ! mind that you " Come home again , nor stop at all , " Come home again , whate'er befal , " My Johnny ...
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... Johnny is just going , Though Betty's in a mighty flurry , She gently pats the pony's side , On which her idiot boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the pony moved his legs , Oh then for the poor idiot boy ! For joy ...
... Johnny is just going , Though Betty's in a mighty flurry , She gently pats the pony's side , On which her idiot boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the pony moved his legs , Oh then for the poor idiot boy ! For joy ...
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... Johnny's left - hand you may see , The green bough's motionless and dead ; The moon that shines above his head Is not more still and mute than he . His heart it was so full of glee , That till full fifty yards were gone , He quite ...
... Johnny's left - hand you may see , The green bough's motionless and dead ; The moon that shines above his head Is not more still and mute than he . His heart it was so full of glee , That till full fifty yards were gone , He quite ...
156 psl.
... Johnny's lips they burr , As loud as any mill , or near it , Meek as a lamb the pony moves , And Johnny makes the noise he loves , And Betty listens , glad to hear it . Away she hies to Susan Gale : And Johnny's in a merry tune , The ...
... Johnny's lips they burr , As loud as any mill , or near it , Meek as a lamb the pony moves , And Johnny makes the noise he loves , And Betty listens , glad to hear it . Away she hies to Susan Gale : And Johnny's in a merry tune , The ...
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... Johnny well , Yet for his life he cannot tell What he has got upon his back . So through the moonlight lanes they go , And far into the moonlight dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , To ...
... Johnny well , Yet for his life he cannot tell What he has got upon his back . So through the moonlight lanes they go , And far into the moonlight dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , To ...
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Albatross Ancyent Marinere babe beauteous behold Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright child church-yard 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 LINES WRITTEN Liswyn farm look LYRICAL BALLADS maid Martha Ray mind mist moonlight mountain mov'd never night Nightingale o'er oh misery OLD HUNTSMAN owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship silent Simon Lee soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood 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 Young Harry
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