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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... Close by my Mother , in their native bowers ; Bidding me trust in God , he stood and prayed , — I could not pray : -through tears that fell in showers I saw our own dear home , that was no longer ours . There was a Youth , whom I had ...
... Close by my Mother , in their native bowers ; Bidding me trust in God , he stood and prayed , — I could not pray : -through tears that fell in showers I saw our own dear home , that was no longer ours . There was a Youth , whom I had ...
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... each other's songs- With skirmish and capricious passagings , And murmurs musical and swift jug jug And one low piping sound more sweet than all- Stirring the air with such an harmony , That , should you close your eyes , you might 93.
... each other's songs- With skirmish and capricious passagings , And murmurs musical and swift jug jug And one low piping sound more sweet than all- Stirring the air with such an harmony , That , should you close your eyes , you might 93.
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... close your eyes , you might almost Forget it was not day . A most gentle Maid Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Hard by the Castle , and at latest eve ( Even like a Lady vowed and dedicate To something more than nature in the grove ) ...
... close your eyes , you might almost Forget it was not day . A most gentle Maid Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Hard by the Castle , and at latest eve ( Even like a Lady vowed and dedicate To something more than nature in the grove ) ...
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... my lids and kept them close , Till the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye , And the dead were at my feet . The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot 162.
... my lids and kept them close , Till the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye , And the dead were at my feet . The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot 162.
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... close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade . It raised my hair , it fanned my cheek , Like a meadow - gale of spring- It mingled ...
... close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade . It raised my hair , it fanned my cheek , Like a meadow - gale of spring- It mingled ...
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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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171 psl. - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
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