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... Harry Gill is founded on a well - authenticated fact which hap- pened in Warwickshire . Of the other poems in the collection , it may be proper to say that they are either absolute inventions of the author , or facts which took place ...
... Harry Gill is founded on a well - authenticated fact which hap- pened in Warwickshire . Of the other poems in the collection , it may be proper to say that they are either absolute inventions of the author , or facts which took place ...
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... Harry Gill - - Page 1 53 Lines written at a small distance from my House , and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addressed 59 63 69 988 * 95 Simon Lee , the old Huntsman 98 Anecdote for Fathers 105 We are seven 110 ...
... Harry Gill - - Page 1 53 Lines written at a small distance from my House , and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addressed 59 63 69 988 * 95 Simon Lee , the old Huntsman 98 Anecdote for Fathers 105 We are seven 110 ...
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... I. She ceased , and weeping turned away , As if because her tale was at an end She wept ; -because she had no more to say Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay . GOODY BLAKE , AND HARRY GILL , A TRUE STORY 84.
... I. She ceased , and weeping turned away , As if because her tale was at an end She wept ; -because she had no more to say Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay . GOODY BLAKE , AND HARRY GILL , A TRUE STORY 84.
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... Harry Gill ? That evermore his teeth they chatter , Chatter , chatter , chatter still . Of waistcoats Harry has no lack , Good duffle grey , and flannel fine ; He has a blanket on his back , And coats enough to smother nine , In March ...
... Harry Gill ? That evermore his teeth they chatter , Chatter , chatter , chatter still . Of waistcoats Harry has no lack , Good duffle grey , and flannel fine ; He has a blanket on his back , And coats enough to smother nine , In March ...
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... Harry Gill ; The neighbours tell , and tell you truly , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . At night , at morning , and at noon , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; Beneath the sun , beneath the moon , His teeth they chatter ...
... Harry Gill ; The neighbours tell , and tell you truly , His teeth they chatter , chatter still . At night , at morning , and at noon , ' Tis all the same with Harry Gill ; Beneath the sun , beneath the moon , His teeth they chatter ...
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Lyrical Ballads: William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge R. L. Brett,A. R. Jones Limited preview - 2002 |
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Albatross Ancyent Marinere babe beauteous behold Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright child church-yard CIRCASSIAN dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs LINES WRITTEN Liswyn farm look LYRICAL BALLADS maid Martha Ray mind mist moonlight mountain mov'd never night o'er oh misery OLD HUNTSMAN owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship silent Simon Lee soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro TINTERN ABBEY tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry
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Page 210 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief. Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations'. Nor, perchance If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Page 209 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, 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...
Page 113 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Page 187 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Page 210 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Page 62 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Page 45 - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Page 202 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Page 28 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick, black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side; Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan.
Page 13 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day. We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.