Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Issue 357, Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 |
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... hallooed , he chid and cheered them on With suppliant gestures and upbraidings stern ; But breath and eye - sight fail ; and , one by one , The Dogs are stretched among the mountain fern . Where is the throng , the tumult of the race 2.
... hallooed , he chid and cheered them on With suppliant gestures and upbraidings stern ; But breath and eye - sight fail ; and , one by one , The Dogs are stretched among the mountain fern . Where is the throng , the tumult of the race 2.
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... 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.
... 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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... sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . And now they homeward turned , and cried In Heaven we all shall meet ...
... sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . And now they homeward turned , and cried In Heaven we all shall meet ...
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... For thus to see thee nodding in the air , To see thy arch thus stretch and bend , Thus rise and thus descend , Disturbs me , till the sight is more than I can bear . ” The Man who makes this feverish complaint Is one of 78.
... For thus to see thee nodding in the air , To see thy arch thus stretch and bend , Thus rise and thus descend , Disturbs me , till the sight is more than I can bear . ” The Man who makes this feverish complaint Is one of 78.
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... sight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferred their task Nor was there wanting other aid— A Poet , one who loves the brooks Far better than the sages ' books , By chance had thither strayed ; And there the helpless Lamb he found By ...
... sight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferred their task Nor was there wanting other aid— A Poet , one who loves the brooks Far better than the sages ' books , By chance had thither strayed ; And there the helpless Lamb he found By ...
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Page 137 - 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. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
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.
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 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 73 - But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide: But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept - and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet"; - When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
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 224 - He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Page 142 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Page 220 - Receiving from his Father hire of praise ; Though nought was left undone which staff, or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform. But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand Against the mountain blasts ; and to the heights, Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways, He with his Father daily went, and they...
Page 74 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, 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.