Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1T.N. Longman and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, 1800 |
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... Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue , Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap , That we the mercy of the waves should rue . We reached the western world , a poor , devoted crew . Oh dreadful price of being to resign All that is 73.
... Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue , Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap , That we the mercy of the waves should rue . We reached the western world , a poor , devoted crew . Oh dreadful price of being to resign All that is 73.
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With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. Oh dreadful price of being to resign All that is dear in being ! better far In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine , Unseen , unheard , unwatched by any star ; Or in the streets ...
With Other Poems. In Two Volumes William Wordsworth. Oh dreadful price of being to resign All that is dear in being ! better far In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine , Unseen , unheard , unwatched by any star ; Or in the streets ...
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... dreadful night . And Betty , half an hour ago , On Johnny vile reflections cast : " A little idle sauntering thing ! " With other names , an endless string , But now that time is gone and past . And Betty's drooping at the heart , That ...
... dreadful night . And Betty , half an hour ago , On Johnny vile reflections cast : " A little idle sauntering thing ! " With other names , an endless string , But now that time is gone and past . And Betty's drooping at the heart , That ...
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... can I do ? " says Betty , going , " What can I do to ease your pain ? " Good Susan tell me , and I'll stay ; " I fear you're in a dreadful way , " But I shall soon be back again . " Nay , Betty , go ! good Betty , go 120.
... can I do ? " says Betty , going , " What can I do to ease your pain ? " Good Susan tell me , and I'll stay ; " I fear you're in a dreadful way , " But I shall soon be back again . " Nay , Betty , go ! good Betty , go 120.
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... , perhaps , he's hunting sheep , A fierce and dreadful hunter he ! Yon valley , that's so trim and green , In five months ' time , should he be seen , A desart wilderness will be . 1 Perhaps , with head and heels on fire , And 129.
... , perhaps , he's hunting sheep , A fierce and dreadful hunter he ! Yon valley , that's so trim and green , In five months ' time , should he be seen , A desart wilderness will be . 1 Perhaps , with head and heels on fire , And 129.
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Page 198 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 172 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Page 208 - My dear dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear dear Sister! and this prayer I make Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lend From joy to joy...
Page 209 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Page 204 - In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro...
Page 2 - Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Page 55 - Her eyes were fair, and very fair : Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Page 189 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight...
Page 4 - The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow, Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife, Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music; on my life There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
Page 141 - And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade— There came and look'd him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!