Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... mountains many and many a song We two had sung , like little birds in May . When we began to tire of childish play We seemed still more and more to prize each other : We talked of marriage and our marriage day ; And I in truth did love ...
... mountains many and many a song We two had sung , like little birds in May . When we began to tire of childish play We seemed still more and more to prize each other : We talked of marriage and our marriage day ; And I in truth did love ...
75 psl.
... mountains - high before the howling blast , We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep , Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue , Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap , That we the ...
... mountains - high before the howling blast , We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep , Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue , Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap , That we the ...
82 psl.
... mountain , midnight theft to hatch ; To charm the surly house - dog's faithful bark , Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch ; The gloomy lantern , and the dim blue match , The black disguise , the warning whistle shrill , And ear still ...
... mountain , midnight theft to hatch ; To charm the surly house - dog's faithful bark , Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch ; The gloomy lantern , and the dim blue match , The black disguise , the warning whistle shrill , And ear still ...
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... tall larch That stands beside our door . There is a blessing in the air , Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My Sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine.
... tall larch That stands beside our door . There is a blessing in the air , Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees , and mountains bare , And grass in the green field . My Sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine.
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... mountain's highest ridge , Where oft the stormy winter gale Cuts like a scythe , while through the clouds It sweeps from vale to vale ; Not five yards from the mountain - path , This thorn you on your left espy ; And to 118.
... mountain's highest ridge , Where oft the stormy winter gale Cuts like a scythe , while through the clouds It sweeps from vale to vale ; Not five yards from the mountain - path , This thorn you on your left espy ; And to 118.
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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.