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To curl the blood I have no ready arts ; ' Tis my delight , alone in summer shade , To pipe a simple song to thinking hearts . As I from Hawes to Richmond did repair , It chanc'd that I saw standing in a dell Three aspins at three ...
To curl the blood I have no ready arts ; ' Tis my delight , alone in summer shade , To pipe a simple song to thinking hearts . As I from Hawes to Richmond did repair , It chanc'd that I saw standing in a dell Three aspins at three ...
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The Magpie chatters with delight ; The mountain Raven's youngling Brood Have left the Mother and. * Gill in the dialect of Cumberland and Westmoreland is a short and for the most part a steep narrow valley , with a stream running ...
The Magpie chatters with delight ; The mountain Raven's youngling Brood Have left the Mother and. * Gill in the dialect of Cumberland and Westmoreland is a short and for the most part a steep narrow valley , with a stream running ...
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Through dream and vision did she sink , Delighted all the while to think That on those lonesome floods And green Savannahs she should share His board with lawful joy , and bear His name in the wild woods . But , as you have before been ...
Through dream and vision did she sink , Delighted all the while to think That on those lonesome floods And green Savannahs she should share His board with lawful joy , and bear His name in the wild woods . But , as you have before been ...
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His genius and his moral frame Were thus impair'd , and he became The slave of low desires ; A man who without self - controul Would seek what the degraded soul Unworthily admires . And yet he with no feign'd delight Had woo'd the 111.
His genius and his moral frame Were thus impair'd , and he became The slave of low desires ; A man who without self - controul Would seek what the degraded soul Unworthily admires . And yet he with no feign'd delight Had woo'd the 111.
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And yet he with no feign'd delight Had woo'd the Maiden , day and night Had lov'd her , night and morn ; What could he less than love a Maid Whose heart with so much nature play'd So kind and so forlorn ? But now the pleasant dream was ...
And yet he with no feign'd delight Had woo'd the Maiden , day and night Had lov'd her , night and morn ; What could he less than love a Maid Whose heart with so much nature play'd So kind and so forlorn ? But now the pleasant dream was ...
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Page 137 - ... their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see, Even in the motions of the Storm, Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 136 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 137 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 107 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Page 201 - Therefore, although it be a history Homely and rude, I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts, And with yet fonder feeling, for the sake Of youthful Poets, who among these Hills Will be my second self when I am gone.
Page 53 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page 200 - With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites That overhead are sailing in the sky. It is in truth an utter solitude ; Nor should I have made mention of this dell But for one object which you might pass by, Might see and notice not.
Page 52 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 15 - Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Page 130 - If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone; My life has been approved, And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved.
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| Title | Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 2 Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Author | William Wordsworth |
| Contributors | Owen Rees, Nathaniel Biggs, T. Longman (Firm), Biggs and Cottle |
| Publisher | T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 17 Jul 2007 |
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