Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 - English poetry |
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... o'er these hillocks one by one , We two could travel , Sir , through a strange round , Yet all in the broad high - way of the world . Now there's a grave - your foot is half upon it , It looks just like the rest , and yet that 20.
... o'er these hillocks one by one , We two could travel , Sir , through a strange round , Yet all in the broad high - way of the world . Now there's a grave - your foot is half upon it , It looks just like the rest , and yet that 20.
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... as to the flowers that grew there . Like roe - bucks they went bounding o'er the hills : They play'd like two young ravens on the crags : Then they could write , aye and speak too , as well As many of their betters - and for Leonard ! 34.
... as to the flowers that grew there . Like roe - bucks they went bounding o'er the hills : They play'd like two young ravens on the crags : Then they could write , aye and speak too , as well As many of their betters - and for Leonard ! 34.
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... o'er your head , as you may see , ' Tis hanging to this day . The Thing had better been asleep , Whatever thing it were , Or Breeze , or Bird , or fleece of Sheep , That first did plant you there . For you and your green twigs decoy The ...
... o'er your head , as you may see , ' Tis hanging to this day . The Thing had better been asleep , Whatever thing it were , Or Breeze , or Bird , or fleece of Sheep , That first did plant you there . For you and your green twigs decoy The ...
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... , Into the middle of the plank , And further there were none . Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living Child , That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome Wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never 67.
... , Into the middle of the plank , And further there were none . Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living Child , That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome Wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never 67.
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With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . The IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS , OR DUNGEON - GILL 68.
With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . The IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS , OR DUNGEON - GILL 68.
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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.