Poems, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... " His coming ! " As I do not mean here to treat this subject further than to throw some light upon the pre- sent Volumes , and especially upon one division of them , I shall spare myself and the Reader xxviii PREFACE .
... " His coming ! " As I do not mean here to treat this subject further than to throw some light upon the pre- sent Volumes , and especially upon one division of them , I shall spare myself and the Reader xxviii PREFACE .
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... Light are her sallies as the tripping Fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
... Light are her sallies as the tripping Fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
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... range round ; he does us no harm We build up the fire , we're snug and warm ; Untouch'd by his breath see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half 9 The Cock is crowing.
... range round ; he does us no harm We build up the fire , we're snug and warm ; Untouch'd by his breath see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half 9 The Cock is crowing.
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... 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 ; 14 Lucy Gray 1800.
... 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 ; 14 Lucy Gray 1800.
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... 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 . So in the church - yard she was laid ...
... 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 . So in the church - yard she was laid ...
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Стр. 313 - 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.
Стр. 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Стр. 130 - 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.
Стр. 299 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Стр. 131 - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Стр. 310 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 47 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Стр. 330 - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
Стр. 269 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Стр. 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.