Poems, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... Babe they took , On me how strangely did he look ! Through his whole body something ran , A most strange working did I see ; -As if he strove to be a man , That he might pull the sledge for me . And then he stretched his arms , how wild ...
... Babe they took , On me how strangely did he look ! Through his whole body something ran , A most strange working did I see ; -As if he strove to be a man , That he might pull the sledge for me . And then he stretched his arms , how wild ...
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... I knew , had heard , and guess'd , My song the workings of her heart express'd . " Dear Babe , though Daughter of another , One 169 Once in a lonely Hamlet 1807 Composed after a journey across the Hamilton Hills 1802 1807.
... I knew , had heard , and guess'd , My song the workings of her heart express'd . " Dear Babe , though Daughter of another , One 169 Once in a lonely Hamlet 1807 Composed after a journey across the Hamilton Hills 1802 1807.
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... Babe at home : A long , long way of land and sea ! Come to me - I'm no enemy : I am the same who at thy side Sate yesterday , and made a nest For thee , sweet Baby ! -thou hast tried , Thou know'st , the pillow of my breast : Good ...
... Babe at home : A long , long way of land and sea ! Come to me - I'm no enemy : I am the same who at thy side Sate yesterday , and made a nest For thee , sweet Baby ! -thou hast tried , Thou know'st , the pillow of my breast : Good ...
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... Babe ! and they will let him die . ' He pines , ' they'll say , ' it is his doom , And you may see his hour is come . ' Oh ! had he but thy cheerful smiles , Limbs stout as thine , and lips as gay , Thy looks , thy cunning , and thy ...
... Babe ! and they will let him die . ' He pines , ' they'll say , ' it is his doom , And you may see his hour is come . ' Oh ! had he but thy cheerful smiles , Limbs stout as thine , and lips as gay , Thy looks , thy cunning , and thy ...
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... Babe and Mother near me dwell ؛ My Darling , she is not to me What thou art ! though I love her well : Rest , little Stranger , rest thee here ! Never was any Child more dear ! -I cannot help it - ill intent I've none , 172 Page Com-Pub ...
... Babe and Mother near me dwell ؛ My Darling , she is not to me What thou art ! though I love her well : Rest , little Stranger , rest thee here ! Never was any Child more dear ! -I cannot help it - ill intent I've none , 172 Page Com-Pub ...
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Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.