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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... mountain's head , A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread , His first sweet evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : The Tables turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 4798.
... mountain's head , A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread , His first sweet evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : The Tables turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject 4798.
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... mountain did they feed , They throve , and we at home did thrive . -This lusty Lamb of all my store Is all that is alive ; And now I care not if we die , And perish all of poverty . Six Children , Sir ! had I to feed , Hard labour in a ...
... mountain did they feed , They throve , and we at home did thrive . -This lusty Lamb of all my store Is all that is alive ; And now I care not if we die , And perish all of poverty . Six Children , Sir ! had I to feed , Hard labour in a ...
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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 36.
... 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 36.
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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 36.
... 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 36.
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... would you see this aged Thorn , This Pond , and beauteous Hill of moss , You must take care and choose your time The mountain when to cross . For oft there sits , between the Heap That's like an infant's grave in size , And that 38.
... would you see this aged Thorn , This Pond , and beauteous Hill of moss , You must take care and choose your time The mountain when to cross . For oft there sits , between the Heap That's like an infant's grave in size , And that 38.
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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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