Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 - English poetry |
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... . Sir Walter wiped his face , and cried , " Till now Such sight was never seen by living eyes : Three leaps have borne him from this lofty brow , Down to the very fountain where he lies . I'll build a Pleasure - house upon this spot , 4.
... . Sir Walter wiped his face , and cried , " Till now Such sight was never seen by living eyes : Three leaps have borne him from this lofty brow , Down to the very fountain where he lies . I'll build a Pleasure - house upon this spot , 4.
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... face , until the setting sun Write Fool upon his forehead . Planted thus Beneath a shed that overarch'd the gate Of this rude church - yard , till the stars appear'd The good man might have commun'd with himself But that the Stranger ...
... face , until the setting sun Write Fool upon his forehead . Planted thus Beneath a shed that overarch'd the gate Of this rude church - yard , till the stars appear'd The good man might have commun'd with himself But that the Stranger ...
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... face Which then it had . PRIEST . Why , Sir , for aught I know , That chasm is much the same - LEONARD . PRIEST . But , surely , yonder- Aye , there indeed , your memory is a friend That does not play you false . - On that tall pike ...
... face Which then it had . PRIEST . Why , Sir , for aught I know , That chasm is much the same - LEONARD . PRIEST . But , surely , yonder- Aye , there indeed , your memory is a friend That does not play you false . - On that tall pike ...
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... wood is fell'd : —and then for our own homes ! A child is born or christen'd , a field plough'd , A daughter sent to service , a web spun , The old house cloth is deck'd with a new face ; And hence , so far from wanting facts or dates 27.
... wood is fell'd : —and then for our own homes ! A child is born or christen'd , a field plough'd , A daughter sent to service , a web spun , The old house cloth is deck'd with a new face ; And hence , so far from wanting facts or dates 27.
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... face ? And what are Gordon's crosses To them who sit by Kirtle's Braes Upon the verdant mosses ? Alas that ever he was born ! The Gordon , couch'd behind a thorn , Sees them and their caressing , Beholds them bless'd and blessing ...
... face ? And what are Gordon's crosses To them who sit by Kirtle's Braes Upon the verdant mosses ? Alas that ever he was born ! The Gordon , couch'd behind a thorn , Sees them and their caressing , Beholds them bless'd and blessing ...
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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.