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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... Two Volumes William Wordsworth. O dearest , dearest Boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn , Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn . LINES Written at a small distance from my House , 60.
... Two Volumes William Wordsworth. O dearest , dearest Boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn , Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn . LINES Written at a small distance from my House , 60.
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... . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot . Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " Then up along the town she hies , No wonder 119.
... . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot . Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " Then up along the town she hies , No wonder 119.
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... . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot . Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " ་ A thought is come into her head : " The 119.
... . And now she sits her down and weeps ; Such tears she never shed before ; " Oh dear , dear Pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh carry back my Idiot . Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " ་ A thought is come into her head : " The 119.
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... thee have no fear of me , But , safe as in a cradle , here , My lovely Baby ! thou shalt be , To thee I know too much I owe ; I cannot work thee any woe . A fire was once within my brain ; And in my head a dull , dull pain ; And ...
... thee have no fear of me , But , safe as in a cradle , here , My lovely Baby ! thou shalt be , To thee I know too much I owe ; I cannot work thee any woe . A fire was once within my brain ; And in my head a dull , dull pain ; And ...
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... cannot work me harm , Nor leaping torrents when they howl ; The Babe I carry on my arm , He saves for me my precious soul : Then happy lie , for blest am I ; Without me my sweet Babe would die . Then do not fear , my Boy ! for thee 139.
... cannot work me harm , Nor leaping torrents when they howl ; The Babe I carry on my arm , He saves for me my precious soul : Then happy lie , for blest am I ; Without me my sweet Babe would die . Then do not fear , my Boy ! for thee 139.
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Lyrical Ballads, With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1 tomas William Wordsworth,Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1805 |
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