Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond |
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... known , & c . Song - A Slumber did my Spirit seal , & c . The Waterfall and the Eglantine The Oak and the Broom , a Pastoral Lucy Gray - - The Idle Shepherd - Boys , or Dungoon - Gill Force , a Pastoral - ' Tis said that some have died ...
... known , & c . Song - A Slumber did my Spirit seal , & c . The Waterfall and the Eglantine The Oak and the Broom , a Pastoral Lucy Gray - - The Idle Shepherd - Boys , or Dungoon - Gill Force , a Pastoral - ' Tis said that some have died ...
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... known , ' Another monument shall here be rais'd : Three several Pillars , each a rough hewn stone , And planted where thy hoofs the turf have graz❜d . And in the summer - time , when days are long , ' I will come hither with my ...
... known , ' Another monument shall here be rais'd : Three several Pillars , each a rough hewn stone , And planted where thy hoofs the turf have graz❜d . And in the summer - time , when days are long , ' I will come hither with my ...
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... known ; " But , at the coming of the milder day , “ These monuments shall all be overgrown . " One lesson , Shepherd , let us two divide ,. " Taught both by what she shews , and what conceals ; - " Never to blend our Pleasure or our ...
... known ; " But , at the coming of the milder day , “ These monuments shall all be overgrown . " One lesson , Shepherd , let us two divide ,. " Taught both by what she shews , and what conceals ; - " Never to blend our Pleasure or our ...
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... the other lock'd ; and , down the path Which from his cottage to the church - yard led , He took his way , impatient to accost The Stranger , whom he saw still lingering there . ' Twas one well known to him in former days 20.
... the other lock'd ; and , down the path Which from his cottage to the church - yard led , He took his way , impatient to accost The Stranger , whom he saw still lingering there . ' Twas one well known to him in former days 20.
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William Wordsworth. ' Twas one well known to him in former days , A Shepherd - lad ; who , ere his thirteenth year Had chang'd his calling ; with the mariners A fellow - mariner , and so had fared Thro ' twenty seasons ; but he had been ...
William Wordsworth. ' Twas one well known to him in former days , A Shepherd - lad ; who , ere his thirteenth year Had chang'd his calling ; with the mariners A fellow - mariner , and so had fared Thro ' twenty seasons ; but he had been ...
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Page 153 - Is lightened : that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood, Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 101 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "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.
Page 154 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this *Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Page 152 - Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up in silence from among the trees, With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone.
Page 92 - It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 154 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 31 - The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Page 1 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Page 91 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 90 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.