Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Випуск 356,Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 - 248 стор. |
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... stood behind a bush of elder , Till she had filled her apron full . When with her load she turned about , The bye - road back again to take , He started forward with a shout , And sprang upon poor Goody Blake . And fiercely by the arm ...
... stood behind a bush of elder , Till she had filled her apron full . When with her load she turned about , The bye - road back again to take , He started forward with a shout , And sprang upon poor Goody Blake . And fiercely by the arm ...
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... stood together , chained in deep discourse , The earth heaved under them with such a groan , That the wall tottered , and had well - nigh fallen Right on their heads . My Lord was sorely fright- ened ; A fever seized him , and he made ...
... stood together , chained in deep discourse , The earth heaved under them with such a groan , That the wall tottered , and had well - nigh fallen Right on their heads . My Lord was sorely fright- ened ; A fever seized him , and he made ...
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... 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 loved so long , That when I loved him not I cannot say . ' Mid the green ...
... 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 loved so long , That when I loved him not I cannot say . ' Mid the green ...
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... stood , And near a thousand tables pin'd , and wanted food . By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift , Helpless as sailor cast on desert rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , Nor dared my hand at any door to knock . I lay ...
... stood , And near a thousand tables pin'd , and wanted food . By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift , Helpless as sailor cast on desert rock ; Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift , Nor dared my hand at any door to knock . I lay ...
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... stood and listened to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light . Few Sorrows hath she of her own , My Hope , my Joy , my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The Songs , that make her grieve . I played a soft and doleful Air , I sang ...
... stood and listened to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light . Few Sorrows hath she of her own , My Hope , my Joy , my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The Songs , that make her grieve . I played a soft and doleful Air , I sang ...
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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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Сторінка 147 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Сторінка 154 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Сторінка 198 - Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Сторінка 171 - Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid ; a'nd it was he That made the ship to go.
Сторінка 168 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Сторінка 179 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Сторінка 170 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 171 - 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.
Сторінка xv - For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and, unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. The most effective of these causes are the great national events which are daily taking place, and the increasing accumulation of men in cities, where the uniformity of their occupations produces a craving for extraordinary incident, which the rapid communication of intelligence...
Сторінка 54 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.