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... dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us s0 : Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow . And every tongue thro ' atter drouth Was wither'd at the root ; # We could not speak no more than if We had been ...
... dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us s0 : Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow . And every tongue thro ' atter drouth Was wither'd at the root ; # We could not speak no more than if We had been ...
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... dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams And still my body drank . I mov'd and could not feel I was so light 26.
... dreamt that they were fill'd with dew And when I awoke it rain'd . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams And still my body drank . I mov'd and could not feel I was so light 26.
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... dream To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steerd , the ship mov'd on ; Yet never a breeze up - blew ; The Marineres all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do : They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools → We ...
... dream To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steerd , the ship mov'd on ; Yet never a breeze up - blew ; The Marineres all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do : They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools → We ...
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... dream of joy ! is this indeed The light - house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countrée ? We drifted o'er the Harbour - bar , And I with sobs did pray- " O let me be awake , my God ! " Or let me fleep ...
... dream of joy ! is this indeed The light - house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countrée ? We drifted o'er the Harbour - bar , And I with sobs did pray- " O let me be awake , my God ! " Or let me fleep ...
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... Ship , it split the bay ; The Ship went down like lead . Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound , Which sky and ocean smote : Like one that hath been seven days drown'd My body lay afloat : But , swift as dreams , myself I found Within 46.
... Ship , it split the bay ; The Ship went down like lead . Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound , Which sky and ocean smote : Like one that hath been seven days drown'd My body lay afloat : But , swift as dreams , myself I found Within 46.
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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.