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... 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 : 18 Lucy Gray; or ...
... 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 : 18 Lucy Gray; or ...
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... shady place I unobserved could see the workings of her face : If Nature to her tongue could measured num- bers bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little Maid might sing : “ What ails thee , young One ? what ? THE PET - LAMB . 25.
... shady place I unobserved could see the workings of her face : If Nature to her tongue could measured num- bers bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little Maid might sing : “ What ails thee , young One ? what ? THE PET - LAMB . 25.
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... face , until the setting sun Write fool upon his forehead . Planted thus Beneath a shed that over - arched the gate Of this rude church - yard , till the stars appeared The good Man might have communed with himself , But that the ...
... face , until the setting sun Write fool upon his forehead . Planted thus Beneath a shed that over - arched the gate Of this rude church - yard , till the stars appeared The good Man might have communed with himself , But that the ...
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... side - ' tis gone - and that dark cleft ! To me it does not seem to wear the face Which then it had . PRIEST . Nay , Sir , for aught I know , That chasm is much the same- LEONARD . But , surely , yonde.- PRIEST . Ay THE BROTHERS . 35.
... side - ' tis gone - and that dark cleft ! To me it does not seem to wear the face Which then it had . PRIEST . Nay , Sir , for aught I know , That chasm is much the same- LEONARD . But , surely , yonde.- PRIEST . Ay THE BROTHERS . 35.
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... face ; And hence , so far from wanting facts or dates To chronicle the time , we all have here A pair of diaries , -one serving , Sir , For the whole dale , and one for each fire - side- Yours was a stranger's judgment : for histo ...
... face ; And hence , so far from wanting facts or dates To chronicle the time , we all have here A pair of diaries , -one serving , Sir , For the whole dale , and one for each fire - side- Yours was a stranger's judgment : for histo ...
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Page 168 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 19 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland 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 108 - 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 226 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if, through confidence misplaced, They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power ! around them cast.
Page 276 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 132 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Page 272 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 277 - ... those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Page 275 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 273 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...