Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 - English poetry |
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... sounds Of caves and trees ; and when the regular wind Between the tropics fill'd the steady sail And blew with the same breath through days and weeks , Lengthening invisibly its weary line Along the cloudless main , he , in those hours 21.
... sounds Of caves and trees ; and when the regular wind Between the tropics fill'd the steady sail And blew with the same breath through days and weeks , Lengthening invisibly its weary line Along the cloudless main , he , in those hours 21.
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... sound for him Living or dead - When last we heard of him He was in slavery among the Moors Upon the Barbary Coast - ' Twas not a little That would bring down his spirit , and , no doubt , Before it ended in his death , the Lad * The ...
... sound for him Living or dead - When last we heard of him He was in slavery among the Moors Upon the Barbary Coast - ' Twas not a little That would bring down his spirit , and , no doubt , Before it ended in his death , the Lad * The ...
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... sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood A furlong from their door . And now they homeward turn'd , and cry'd " In Heaven we all ...
... sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the Moor ; And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood A furlong from their door . And now they homeward turn'd , and cry'd " In Heaven we all ...
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... sound . VIII . When he had learnt , what thing it was , That sent this rueful cry ; I ween , The Boy recover'd heart , and told The sight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferr'd their task ; Nor was there wanting other aid- A Poet ...
... sound . VIII . When he had learnt , what thing it was , That sent this rueful cry ; I ween , The Boy recover'd heart , and told The sight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferr'd their task ; Nor was there wanting other aid- A Poet ...
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... sound my heart of peace bereaves , It robs my heart of rest . Thou Thrush , that singest loud and loud and free , Into yon row of willows flit , Upon that alder sit ; Or sing another song , or chuse another tree Roll back , sweet rill ...
... sound my heart of peace bereaves , It robs my heart of rest . Thou Thrush , that singest loud and loud and free , Into yon row of willows flit , Upon that alder sit ; Or sing another song , or chuse another tree Roll back , sweet rill ...
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Page 137 - ... 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. " 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 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. "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 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 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 201 - Therefore, although it be a history Homely and rude, I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts, And with yet fonder feeling, for the sake Of youthful Poets, who among these Hills Will be my second self when I am gone.
Page 53 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page 200 - With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites That overhead are sailing in the sky. It is in truth an utter solitude ; Nor should I have made mention of this dell But for one object which you might pass by, Might see and notice not.
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 15 - Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Page 130 - If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone; My life has been approved, And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved.