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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... else she were alone ; And underneath the hay - stack warm , And on the green - wood stone , She talked and sung the woods among ; And it was in the English tongue . " Sweet Babe ! they say that I am mad 137 The Mad Mother -
... else she were alone ; And underneath the hay - stack warm , And on the green - wood stone , She talked and sung the woods among ; And it was in the English tongue . " Sweet Babe ! they say that I am mad 137 The Mad Mother -
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With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. " Sweet Babe ! they say that I am mad , But nay , my heart is far too glad ; And I am happy when I sing Full many a sad and doleful thing : Then , lovely Babe , do not ...
With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. " Sweet Babe ! they say that I am mad , But nay , my heart is far too glad ; And I am happy when I sing Full many a sad and doleful thing : Then , lovely Babe , do not ...
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... Babe and me . Oh ! love me , love me , little Boy ! Thou art thy Mother's only joy ; And do not dread the waves below , When o'er the sea - rock's edge we go ; The high crag cannot work me harm , Nor leaping torrents when they howl ; The ...
... Babe and me . Oh ! love me , love me , little Boy ! Thou art thy Mother's only joy ; And do not dread the waves below , When o'er the sea - rock's edge we go ; The high crag cannot work me harm , Nor leaping torrents when they howl ; The ...
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... Babe can take , But he , poor Man ! is wretched made , And every day we two will pray For him that's gone and far away . I'll teach my Boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little Babe ! thy lips are still ...
... Babe can take , But he , poor Man ! is wretched made , And every day we two will pray For him that's gone and far away . I'll teach my Boy the sweetest things ; I'll teach him how the owlet sings . My little Babe ! thy lips are still ...
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... - nuts fit for food ; Then , pretty dear , be not afraid ; We'll find thy Father in the wood . Now laugh and be gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe , we'll live for aye . " THE ANCIENT MARINER . A POET'S REVERIE . THE ANCIENT 142.
... - nuts fit for food ; Then , pretty dear , be not afraid ; We'll find thy Father in the wood . Now laugh and be gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe , we'll live for aye . " THE ANCIENT MARINER . A POET'S REVERIE . THE ANCIENT 142.
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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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