The British Poets, Volume 1Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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Alps arms art thou babe beneath Betty Betty Foy blessed breast breath bright cheerful child cottage dark dead dear door Earl of Lonsdale earth ELDRED Elea Ennerdale eyes face fancy father fear feel flowers gone Grasmere grave green grief hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven HERBERT hills hope hour Idiot Boy Idon Idonea innocent Johnny Kilve Lacy lamb Leonard light live look Lord Clifford Lyrical Ballads Maid MARMADUKE mind moon mother mountain nature never night o'er Oswald pain passed peace poems poet poor porringer rest rocks round Salisbury Plain seemed shade side sigh sight sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit Sugh Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees turned vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woman wood words Wordsworth Youth
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Página 209 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. ■ My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them.
Página 205 - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the 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.
Página 347 - Vale There dwelt a Shepherd, Michael was his name; An old man, stout of heart, and strong of limb. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength : his mind was keen, Intense, and frugal, apt for all affairs,
Página 186 - THE SPARROWS NEST. Behold, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid! On me the chance-discovered sight Gleamed like a vision of delight. I started, — seeming to espy The home and sheltered bed, The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by My Father's house, in wet or dry, My sister Emmeline and I Together visited.
Página 278 - When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head ! " O mercy ! " to myself I cried, " If Lucy should be dead! VIII. She dwelt among the untrodden ways 1799. Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:
Página 2 - My soul will cast the backward view, The longing look alone on you. Thus, while the Sun sinks down to rest Far in the regions of the west, Though to the vale no parting beam Be given, not one memorial gleam, A lingering light he fondly throws On the dear hills where first he rose. ii.
Página 273 - height: Oft could we see him driving full in view At midday when the sun was shining bright; What ill was on him, what he had to do, A mighty wonder bred among our quiet crew. Ah! piteous sight it was to see this Man When he came back to us, a withered flower,
Página 186 - Dead times revive in thee : Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart, My father's family! Oh ! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A
Página 186 - hunter did I rush Upon the prey: — with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she, God love her! feared to brush The dust from off its wings. m. THE SPARROWS NEST. Behold, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid! On me the chance-discovered sight Gleamed like a vision of delight. I
Página 220 - thee, young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be ; Best, little young One, rest; what is 't that