Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... , seven nights I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two befide- Her beams bemock'd the sultry main Like morning frosts yspread 23.
... , seven nights I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two befide- Her beams bemock'd the sultry main Like morning frosts yspread 23.
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... morning frosts yspread ; But where the ship's huge shadow lay , The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red . Beyond the shadow of the ship I watch'd the water - snakes : They mov'd in tracks of shining white ; And when they ...
... morning frosts yspread ; But where the ship's huge shadow lay , The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red . Beyond the shadow of the ship I watch'd the water - snakes : They mov'd in tracks of shining white ; And when they ...
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... morning came , the neat attire With which , though bent on haste , myself I deck'd ; My watchful dog , whose starts of furious ire , When stranger passed , so often I have check'd ; The red - breast known for years , which at my ...
... morning came , the neat attire With which , though bent on haste , myself I deck'd ; My watchful dog , whose starts of furious ire , When stranger passed , so often I have check'd ; The red - breast known for years , which at my ...
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... morning , and at noon , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; Beneath the sun , beneath the moon , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . Young Harry was a lusty drover , And who so stout of limb as he ? His cheeks were red as ruddy ...
... morning , and at noon , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; Beneath the sun , beneath the moon , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . Young Harry was a lusty drover , And who so stout of limb as he ? His cheeks were red as ruddy ...
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... morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . Edward will come with you , and pray , Put on with speed your woodland dress , And bring no book , for this one day We'll give to idleness . No ...
... morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . Edward will come with you , and pray , Put on with speed your woodland dress , And bring no book , for this one day We'll give to idleness . No ...
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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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103 psl. - She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
194 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
200 psl. - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once...
21 psl. - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one.
38 psl. - My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat.
195 psl. - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
198 psl. - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
105 psl. - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
197 psl. - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
41 psl. - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.