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... Green Linnet To a Sky - Lark . 129 • 130 Stray Pleasures To my Sister Lines written in early Spring Expostulation and Reply -The Tables turned To a Young Lady To Hartley Coleridge " O Nightingale , thou surely art " " Strange Fits of ...
... Green Linnet To a Sky - Lark . 129 • 130 Stray Pleasures To my Sister Lines written in early Spring Expostulation and Reply -The Tables turned To a Young Lady To Hartley Coleridge " O Nightingale , thou surely art " " Strange Fits of ...
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... green , they may be seen , ” The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and ...
... green , they may be seen , ” The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and ...
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... green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . " " That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
... green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . " " That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
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... green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me - every trace Of inward sadness 8 POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . -Anecdote for ...
... green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me - every trace Of inward sadness 8 POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . -Anecdote for ...
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... green hills warm : There surely must some reason be 66 Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea . " " At this , my Boy hung down his head , He blushed with shame , nor made reply ; And five times to the child I ...
... green hills warm : There surely must some reason be 66 Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea . " " At this , my Boy hung down his head , He blushed with shame , nor made reply ; And five times to the child I ...
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beauty behold beneath birds blessed breath bright cheerful Child clouds dark dead dear delight doth dream earth face fair faith Father fear feel fields flowers Friend give glad glory gone grave green grove hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human kind land leave less light live look mind morning mortal mountain Nature never o'er once passed past peace pleasure poet poor praise rest rock round season seemed seen shade side sight silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stand stars Stream summer sweet tears thee things thou thought trees truth turned Vale voice wind wish woods Yarrow youth
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Page 224 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 206 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Page 202 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Page 202 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Page 188 - It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright : Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care ; Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity...
Page 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 216 - The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country ! — am I to be blamed ? But when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men...
Page 200 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face...
Page 200 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought : Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Page 62 - Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep — in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.