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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... has been done , And blood cries out for blood : but , for my part , I've guessed , when I've been sitting in the sun , That it was all for that unhappy Hart . What thoughts must through the creature's brain have passed ! 10.
... has been done , And blood cries out for blood : but , for my part , I've guessed , when I've been sitting in the sun , That it was all for that unhappy Hart . What thoughts must through the creature's brain have passed ! 10.
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... passed ! From the stone upon the summit of the steep Are but three bounds - and look , Sir , at this last- -O Master ! it has been a cruel leap . For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race ; And in my simple mind we cannot tell What ...
... passed ! From the stone upon the summit of the steep Are but three bounds - and look , Sir , at this last- -O Master ! it has been a cruel leap . For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race ; And in my simple mind we cannot tell What ...
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... And there , along that bank , when I have passed At evening , I believe , that oftentimes A full half - hour together I have stood Mute - looking at the grave in which he lies . THE BROTHERS : A PASTORAL POEM . The BROTHERS * 15.
... And there , along that bank , when I have passed At evening , I believe , that oftentimes A full half - hour together I have stood Mute - looking at the grave in which he lies . THE BROTHERS : A PASTORAL POEM . The BROTHERS * 15.
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... passed this road , There was a foot - way all along the fields By the brook - side - ' tis gone — and that dark cleft ! To me it does not seem to wear the face Which then it had . PRIEST . Why , Sir , for aught I know , That chasm is ...
... passed this road , There was a foot - way all along the fields By the brook - side - ' tis gone — and that dark cleft ! To me it does not seem to wear the face Which then it had . PRIEST . Why , Sir , for aught I know , That chasm is ...
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... passed away we took him to us . He was the Child of all the dale - he lived Three months with one , and six months with an- other ; And wanted neither food , nor clothes , nor love :: And many , many happy days were his . But , whether ...
... passed away we took him to us . He was the Child of all the dale - he lived Three months with one , and six months with an- other ; And wanted neither food , nor clothes , nor love :: And many , many happy days were his . But , whether ...
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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.