Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 - English poetry |
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... child , Who turn'd her large round wheel in the open air With back and forward steps . Towards the field In which the parish chapel stood alone , Girt round with a bare ring of mossy wall , While half an hour went by , the Priest had ...
... child , Who turn'd her large round wheel in the open air With back and forward steps . Towards the field In which the parish chapel stood alone , Girt round with a bare ring of mossy wall , While half an hour went by , the Priest had ...
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... : —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.
... : —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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... child of all the dale - he liv'd Three months with one , and six months with another : And wanted neither food , nor clothes , nor love , And many , many happy days were his . But , whether blithe or sad , ' tis my 39.
... child of all the dale - he liv'd Three months with one , and six months with another : And wanted neither food , nor clothes , nor love , And many , many happy days were his . But , whether blithe or sad , ' tis my 39.
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... Water swoln with snows Thus spake to a poor Briar - rose , That all bespatter'd with his foam , And dancing high , and dancing low , Was living , as a child might know , In an unhappy home . " Dost thou presume my course to block ? Off 54.
... Water swoln with snows Thus spake to a poor Briar - rose , That all bespatter'd with his foam , And dancing high , and dancing low , Was living , as a child might know , In an unhappy home . " Dost thou presume my course to block ? Off 54.
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... Child . No Mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wild Moor , The sweetest Thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the Fawn at play , The Hare upon the Green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be ...
... Child . No Mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wild Moor , The sweetest Thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the Fawn at play , The Hare upon the Green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be ...
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aged Beggar Ambleside ANDREW JONES Art thou bason beautiful beneath bower brook Brother chanc'd chearful Child church-yard cottage crag dead calm dear delight dell door dwell earth Egremont Enna Ennerdale eyes Father fields fire-side flowers gaz'd gentle gone Grasmere grass grave green greenwood tree half hand happy hath heard heart Heaven hills hour Isabel Joanna Kirtle lake Lamb leaves LEONARD liv'd living look look'd lov'd Lucy Luke Matthew Michael morning mountain murmur never night o'er pass'd playmate pleasure POEM poor press'd PRIEST reach'd receiv'd Richard Bateman rills rocks round rude Ruth sate seem'd shade sheep Sheep-fold Shepherd side silent Sir Walter Skiddaw sleep song soul sound spake spot spring stone stood stopp'd summer sweet thee There's things thoughts thrush trees turn'd Twas Twill vale village ween wild wind wither'd woods wrought Youth
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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.