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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... coming of the milder day , These monuments shall all be overgrown . One lesson , Shepherd , let us two divide , Taught both by what she shows , and what conceals , Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest ...
... coming of the milder day , These monuments shall all be overgrown . One lesson , Shepherd , let us two divide , Taught both by what she shows , and what conceals , Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest ...
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... coming back across the wave , Without a groan on Ellen's grave His body he extended , And there his sorrow ended . Now ye , who willingly have heard The tale I have been telling , May in Kirkonnel church - yard view The grave of lovely ...
... coming back across the wave , Without a groan on Ellen's grave His body he extended , And there his sorrow ended . Now ye , who willingly have heard The tale I have been telling , May in Kirkonnel church - yard view The grave of lovely ...
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... coming to the banks of Tone * , There did she rest ; and dwell alone Under the greenwood tree . The engines of her pain , the tools That shaped her sorrow , rocks and pools , And airs that gently stir The vernal leaves , she loved them ...
... coming to the banks of Tone * , There did she rest ; and dwell alone Under the greenwood tree . The engines of her pain , the tools That shaped her sorrow , rocks and pools , And airs that gently stir The vernal leaves , she loved them ...
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... coming to the church , stopp'd short Beside my daughter's grave . " Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale ; And then she sung ; -she would have been A very nightingale . " Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet ...
... coming to the church , stopp'd short Beside my daughter's grave . " Nine summers had she scarcely seen , The pride of all the vale ; And then she sung ; -she would have been A very nightingale . " Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet ...
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... coming , quits her work , And lifts the latch for him that he may pass . The Post - boy , when his rattling wheels o'ertake The aged Beggar in the woody lane , Shouts to him from behind , and , if perchance The old Man does not change ...
... coming , quits her work , And lifts the latch for him that he may pass . The Post - boy , when his rattling wheels o'ertake The aged Beggar in the woody lane , Shouts to him from behind , and , if perchance The old Man does not change ...
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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.