Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Выпуск 357,Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 |
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... Lucy Gray " Tis said that some have died for love , & c . The Idle Shepherd - Boys , or Dungeon Gill Force , a Pastoral Poor Susan Inscription for the Spot where the Hermitage stood - on St. Herbert's Island , Derwent - Water Lines ...
... Lucy Gray " Tis said that some have died for love , & c . The Idle Shepherd - Boys , or Dungeon Gill Force , a Pastoral Poor Susan Inscription for the Spot where the Hermitage stood - on St. Herbert's Island , Derwent - Water Lines ...
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... Lucy's cot The Moon descended still . In one of those sweet dreams I slept , Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And , all the while , my eyes I kept On the descending Moon . My Horse moved on ; hoof after hoor He raised , and never stopped ...
... Lucy's cot The Moon descended still . In one of those sweet dreams I slept , Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And , all the while , my eyes I kept On the descending Moon . My Horse moved on ; hoof after hoor He raised , and never stopped ...
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... Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her Grave , and oh ! The difference to me . A slumber did my spirit seal ; I had no 52 She dwelt among th' untrodden ways,
... Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her Grave , and oh ! The difference to me . A slumber did my spirit seal ; I had no 52 She dwelt among th' untrodden ways,
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... forsaken child ! if I For once could have thee close to me , With happy heart I then should die , And my last thoughts would happy be . I feel my body die away , I shall not see another day . LUCY GRAY . Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray 70.
... forsaken child ! if I For once could have thee close to me , With happy heart I then should die , And my last thoughts would happy be . I feel my body die away , I shall not see another day . LUCY GRAY . Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray 70.
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... Lucy Gray : And , when I crossed the Wild , I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child . No Mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide Moor , -The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! Within You yet may ...
... Lucy Gray : And , when I crossed the Wild , I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child . No Mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide Moor , -The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! Within You yet may ...
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Стр. 137 - 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. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 73 - But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide: But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept - and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet"; - When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 224 - He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Стр. 142 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Стр. 220 - Receiving from his Father hire of praise ; Though nought was left undone which staff, or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform. But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand Against the mountain blasts ; and to the heights, Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways, He with his Father daily went, and they...
Стр. 74 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.