Poems, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , —our cottage is hard by . Why bleat so after me ? Why pull so at thy chain ? Sleep - and at break of day I will come to thee again ! " D 2 -As homeward through the lane I went ...
... dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , —our cottage is hard by . Why bleat so after me ? Why pull so at thy chain ? Sleep - and at break of day I will come to thee again ! " D 2 -As homeward through the lane I went ...
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... dread , Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down . A while he stood upon his feet ; He felt the motion - took his seat ; And dallied thus , till from the shore The tide retreating more and more Had sucked , and sucked ...
... dread , Following the fancies in his head , He paddled up and down . A while he stood upon his feet ; He felt the motion - took his seat ; And dallied thus , till from the shore The tide retreating more and more Had sucked , and sucked ...
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... dread Was never heard the plodding peasant's tread : Tower like a wall the naked rocks , or reach Far o'er the secret water dark with beach ; More high , to where creation seems to end , Shade above shade the desert pines ascend . Yet ...
... dread Was never heard the plodding peasant's tread : Tower like a wall the naked rocks , or reach Far o'er the secret water dark with beach ; More high , to where creation seems to end , Shade above shade the desert pines ascend . Yet ...
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... dreading to be near it : Such heart was in her , being then A little Prattler among men . The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a Boy : She gave me eyes , she gave me ears ; And humble cares , and delicate fears ; A heart ...
... dreading to be near it : Such heart was in her , being then A little Prattler among men . The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a Boy : She gave me eyes , she gave me ears ; And humble cares , and delicate fears ; A heart ...
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... dread thy mother's door ; Think not of me with grief and pain : I now can see with better eyes ; And worldly grandeur I despise , And fortune with her gifts and lies . Alas ! the fowls of Heaven have wings , And blasts of Heaven will ...
... dread thy mother's door ; Think not of me with grief and pain : I now can see with better eyes ; And worldly grandeur I despise , And fortune with her gifts and lies . Alas ! the fowls of Heaven have wings , And blasts of Heaven will ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam Bruce Babe bagpipes beneath Betty Foy Betty's Bird bower breath bright brook Brother cheerful Child church-yard cliffs cottage crag dead dear deep delight door dread dwell Ennerdale eyes face fair Father fear flowers follow the blind gone grave green happy happy day hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour Idiot Boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light limbs live look Maid mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er old Susan pain pastoral pipes Poem Pony porringer PRIEST Protesilaus Quantock Hills rills rocks round sail senses fail shade Shepherd shore shout side sight silent sing smiles snow song soul sound steep Sugh summer Susan Gale sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale waterfall ween wild wind woods Youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.