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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... hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And wherefore does she cry ? — Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does she repeat that doleful cry ? ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you'd ...
... hill , Or frosty air is keen and still , And wherefore does she cry ? — Oh wherefore ? wherefore ? tell me why Does she repeat that doleful cry ? ? " IX . I cannot tell ; I wish I could ; For the true reason no one knows : But if you'd ...
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... Hill ; And she was blithe and gay , And she was happy , happy still Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill . XII . And they had fix'd the wedding - day , The morning that must wed them both ; But Stephen to another Maid Had sworn another ...
... Hill ; And she was blithe and gay , And she was happy , happy still Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill . XII . And they had fix'd the wedding - day , The morning that must wed them both ; But Stephen to another Maid Had sworn another ...
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... Hill of moss to her ? And what's the creeping breeze that comes The little Pond to stir ? " I cannot tell ; but some will say She hanged her baby on the tree ; Some say she drowned it in the pond , Which is a little step beyond : But ...
... Hill of moss to her ? And what's the creeping breeze that comes The little Pond to stir ? " I cannot tell ; but some will say She hanged her baby on the tree ; Some say she drowned it in the pond , Which is a little step beyond : But ...
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... Hill of moss Before their eyes began to stir ; And for full fifty yards around , The grass it shook upon the ground ; But all do still aver The little babe is buried there , Beneath that Hill of moss so fair . XXIII . be : I cannot tell ...
... Hill of moss Before their eyes began to stir ; And for full fifty yards around , The grass it shook upon the ground ; But all do still aver The little babe is buried there , Beneath that Hill of moss so fair . XXIII . be : I cannot tell ...
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... hills warm : There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea . " At this , my Boy hung down his head , He blush'd with shame , nor made reply ; And five times to the Child I said , 64 ...
... hills warm : There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea . " At this , my Boy hung down his head , He blush'd with shame , nor made reply ; And five times to the Child I said , 64 ...
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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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