Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 357 leidimas,2 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 |
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... Nature here were willing to decay . I stood in various thoughts and fancies lost , When one , who was in Shepherd's garb attired , up the Hollow . Him did I accost , Came And what this place might be I then inquired . The Shepherd ...
... Nature here were willing to decay . I stood in various thoughts and fancies lost , When one , who was in Shepherd's garb attired , up the Hollow . Him did I accost , Came And what this place might be I then inquired . The Shepherd ...
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... Nature fell ; His death was mourned by sympathy divine . The Being , that is in the clouds and air , That is in the green leaves among the groves , Maintains a deep and reverential care For them the quiet creatures whom he loves . The ...
... Nature fell ; His death was mourned by sympathy divine . The Being , that is in the clouds and air , That is in the green leaves among the groves , Maintains a deep and reverential care For them the quiet creatures whom he loves . The ...
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... natural graves . " To Jane , his wife , Thus spake the homely Priest of Ennerdale . It was a July evening ; and he sate Upon the long stone - seat beneath the eaves Of his old cottage , as it chanced , that day , Employed in winter's ...
... natural graves . " To Jane , his wife , Thus spake the homely Priest of Ennerdale . It was a July evening ; and he sate Upon the long stone - seat beneath the eaves Of his old cottage , as it chanced , that day , Employed in winter's ...
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... nature , Yet still the spirit of a Mountain Boy In him was somewhat checked ; and , when his Brother Was gone to sea and he was left alone , The little colour that he had was soon Stolen from his cheek , he drooped , and pined and pined ...
... nature , Yet still the spirit of a Mountain Boy In him was somewhat checked ; and , when his Brother Was gone to sea and he was left alone , The little colour that he had was soon Stolen from his cheek , he drooped , and pined and pined ...
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... Nature's gentlest boon ! And , all the while , my eyes I kept On the descending Moon . My Horse moved on ; hoof after hoor He raised , and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof At once the Planet dropped . What fond and ...
... Nature's gentlest boon ! And , all the while , my eyes I kept On the descending Moon . My Horse moved on ; hoof after hoor He raised , and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof At once the Planet dropped . What fond and ...
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aged Beggar Ambleside ANDREW JONES antient Art thou bason beneath bless bower brook Brother cataract cheerful Child church-yard cottage crag Cumberland dead dear delight dell door dwell earth Egremont Enna Ennerdale eyes fair Father feel fields fire-side flowers Friends gentle gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree half hand happy hath heard heart Heaven hills hither hour Isabel Kirtle lake Lamb language LEONARD live look Lucy Luke metre Michael mind morning mountain murmur Nature never night o'er passed Playmate pleasure POEM poetic diction Poets poor PRIEST quiet Richard Bateman rills rocks round rude Ruth seemed shade sheep Sheep-fold Shepherd side silent Sir Walter Skiddaw sleep song soul sound spake spot spring stone stood summer sweet thee things thou art thoughts Thrush trees turned Twas Twill vale village voice ween wild wind woods Youth
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137 psl. - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
136 psl. - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
137 psl. - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; » Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
52 psl. - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
73 psl. - But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide: But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept - and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet"; - When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
107 psl. - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
224 psl. - He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
142 psl. - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
220 psl. - Receiving from his Father hire of praise ; Though nought was left undone which staff, or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform. But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand Against the mountain blasts ; and to the heights, Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways, He with his Father daily went, and they...
74 psl. - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.