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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... Pony there's a rumour , That should he lose his eyes and ears , And should he live a thousand years , He never will be out of humour , But then he is a Horse that thinks ! And when he thinks his pace is slack ; Now , though he knows ...
... Pony there's a rumour , That should he lose his eyes and ears , And should he live a thousand years , He never will be out of humour , But then he is a Horse that thinks ! And when he thinks his pace is slack ; Now , though he knows ...
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... saints ! what is become of him ? Perhaps he's climbed into an oak , Where he will stay till he is dead ; Or , sadly he has been misled , And joined the wandering gypsey - folk . Or him that wicked Pony's carried To the dark cave 114.
... saints ! what is become of him ? Perhaps he's climbed into an oak , Where he will stay till he is dead ; Or , sadly he has been misled , And joined the wandering gypsey - folk . Or him that wicked Pony's carried To the dark cave 114.
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... Pony's carried To the dark cave , the goblin's hall ; Or in the castle he's pursuing , Among the ghosts his own undoing ; Or playing with the waterfall . " At poor old Susan then she railed , While to the town she posts away ; " If ...
... Pony's carried To the dark cave , the goblin's hall ; Or in the castle he's pursuing , Among the ghosts his own undoing ; Or playing with the waterfall . " At poor old Susan then she railed , While to the town she posts away ; " If ...
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... 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 7 .
... 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 7 .
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... 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.
... 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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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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