Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 356 leidimas,1 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 - 248 psl. |
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... hear , And weep the more because I weep in vain . It will easily be perceived that the only part of this Sonnet which is of any value is the lines printed in Italics : it is equally obvious , that , ex- cept in the rhyme , and in the ...
... hear , And weep the more because I weep in vain . It will easily be perceived that the only part of this Sonnet which is of any value is the lines printed in Italics : it is equally obvious , that , ex- cept in the rhyme , and in the ...
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... hear a person say , " I myself do not object to this style of compo- sition , or this or that expression , but to such and such classes of people it will appear mean or ludicrous . " This mode of criticism , so destructive of all sound ...
... hear a person say , " I myself do not object to this style of compo- sition , or this or that expression , but to such and such classes of people it will appear mean or ludicrous . " This mode of criticism , so destructive of all sound ...
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... hear the woodland Linnet , How sweet his music ! on my life There's more of wisdom in it . And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things , Let Nature be your teacher . She ...
... hear the woodland Linnet , How sweet his music ! on my life There's more of wisdom in it . And hark ! how blithe the Throstle sings ! And he is no mean preacher : Come forth into the light of things , Let Nature be your teacher . She ...
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... hears a noise - he's all awake- . Again ? -on tip - toe down the hill He softly creeps - Tis Goody Blake , She's at the hedge of Harry Gill . Right glad was he when he beheld her : Stick after stick did Goody pull : He stood behind a ...
... hears a noise - he's all awake- . Again ? -on tip - toe down the hill He softly creeps - Tis Goody Blake , She's at the hedge of Harry Gill . Right glad was he when he beheld her : Stick after stick did Goody pull : He stood behind a ...
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... hear ? It is a perilous tale ! MARIA . No one . FOSTER MOTHER . My husband's father told it me , Poor old Leoni ! -Angels rest his soul ! He was a woodman , and could fell and saw With lusty arm . You know that huge round beam Which ...
... hear ? It is a perilous tale ! MARIA . No one . FOSTER MOTHER . My husband's father told it me , Poor old Leoni ! -Angels rest his soul ! He was a woodman , and could fell and saw With lusty arm . You know that huge round beam Which ...
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Albatross Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breath breeze chatter cold composition dead dear endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart high crag Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan Gale Owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader round sails senses fail Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
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