Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Band 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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... perhaps asleep he sank , Lull'd by this fountain in the summer - tide ; This water was perhaps the first he drank When he had wander'd from his mother's side . In April here beneath the scented thorn He heard the birds their morning ...
... perhaps asleep he sank , Lull'd by this fountain in the summer - tide ; This water was perhaps the first he drank When he had wander'd from his mother's side . In April here beneath the scented thorn He heard the birds their morning ...
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... Perhaps I might , and , on a winter's evening , If you were seated at my chimney's nook By turning o'er these hillocks one by one , We two could travel , Sir , through a strange round , Yet all in the broad high - way of the world . Now ...
... Perhaps I might , and , on a winter's evening , If you were seated at my chimney's nook By turning o'er these hillocks one by one , We two could travel , Sir , through a strange round , Yet all in the broad high - way of the world . Now ...
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... perhaps Remain'd at home , go staggering through the fords Bearing his Brother on his back . - I've seen him , On windy days , in one of those stray brooks , Aye , more than once I've seen him mid - leg deep , Their two books lying both ...
... perhaps Remain'd at home , go staggering through the fords Bearing his Brother on his back . - I've seen him , On windy days , in one of those stray brooks , Aye , more than once I've seen him mid - leg deep , Their two books lying both ...
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... perhaps , Or from some other cause remain'd behind . You see yon precipice - it almost looks Like some vast building made of many crags , And in the midst is one particular rock That rises like a column from the vale , Whence by our ...
... perhaps , Or from some other cause remain'd behind . You see yon precipice - it almost looks Like some vast building made of many crags , And in the midst is one particular rock That rises like a column from the vale , Whence by our ...
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... perhaps , Was once selected as the corner - stone Of the intended pile , which would have been Some quaint odd play - thing of elaborate skill , So that , I guess , the linnet and the thrush , And other little builders who dwell here ...
... perhaps , Was once selected as the corner - stone Of the intended pile , which would have been Some quaint odd play - thing of elaborate skill , So that , I guess , the linnet and the thrush , And other little builders who dwell here ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aged Beggar Ambleside ANDREW JONES Art thou bason beautiful beneath bower brook Brother chanc'd chearful Child church-yard cottage crag dead calm dear delight dell door dwell earth Egremont Enna Ennerdale eyes Father fields fire-side flowers gaz'd gentle gone Grasmere grass grave green greenwood tree half hand happy hath heard heart Heaven hills hour Isabel Joanna Kirtle lake Lamb leaves LEONARD liv'd living look look'd lov'd Lucy Luke Matthew Michael morning mountain murmur never night o'er pass'd playmate pleasure POEM poor press'd PRIEST reach'd receiv'd Richard Bateman rills rocks round rude Ruth sate seem'd shade sheep Sheep-fold Shepherd side silent Sir Walter Skiddaw sleep song soul sound spake spot spring stone stood stopp'd summer sweet thee There's things thoughts thrush trees turn'd Twas Twill vale village ween wild wind wither'd woods wrought Youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 137 - ... 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. " 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.
Seite 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. "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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 201 - Therefore, although it be a history Homely and rude, I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts, And with yet fonder feeling, for the sake Of youthful Poets, who among these Hills Will be my second self when I am gone.
Seite 53 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Seite 200 - With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites That overhead are sailing in the sky. It is in truth an utter solitude ; Nor should I have made mention of this dell But for one object which you might pass by, Might see and notice not.
Seite 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.
Seite 15 - Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Seite 130 - If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone; My life has been approved, And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved.