Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... died in sleep , And was a blessed Ghost . The roaring wind ! it roar'd far off , It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere . The upper air bursts into life , And a hundred fire - flags ...
... died in sleep , And was a blessed Ghost . The roaring wind ! it roar'd far off , It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere . The upper air bursts into life , And a hundred fire - flags ...
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... died on cross , " With his cruel bow he lay'd full low " The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who ' bideth by himself " In the land of mist and snow , " He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man " Who shot him with his bow . с The other was ...
... died on cross , " With his cruel bow he lay'd full low " The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who ' bideth by himself " In the land of mist and snow , " He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man " Who shot him with his bow . с The other was ...
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... died , Had never pass'd away : I could not draw my een from theirs Ne turn them up to pray . And in its time the spell was snapt , And I could move my een : I look'd far - forth , but little saw Of what might else be seen . Like one ...
... died , Had never pass'd away : I could not draw my een from theirs Ne turn them up to pray . And in its time the spell was snapt , And I could move my een : I look'd far - forth , but little saw Of what might else be seen . Like one ...
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With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Up a great river , great as any sea , And ne'er was heard of more : but ' tis supposed , He lived and died among the savage men . LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW - TREE 58.
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Up a great river , great as any sea , And ne'er was heard of more : but ' tis supposed , He lived and died among the savage men . LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW - TREE 58.
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... died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ; that ...
... died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ; that ...
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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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