Poems, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... Idiot Boy 1798 203 Michael , a Pastoral Poem 1800 225 Laodamia POEMS OF THE FANCY . 235 To the Daisy 1807 240 A whirl - blast 1800 242 With how sad steps 1807 243 The Green Linnet 1807 245 To the small Celandine . 1807 248 To the same ...
... Idiot Boy 1798 203 Michael , a Pastoral Poem 1800 225 Laodamia POEMS OF THE FANCY . 235 To the Daisy 1807 240 A whirl - blast 1800 242 With how sad steps 1807 243 The Green Linnet 1807 245 To the small Celandine . 1807 248 To the same ...
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... gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe , we'll live for aye . " XXII . THE IDIOT BOY . ' Tis eight o'clock 178 To Sleep 1807 To Sleep 1807 To Sleep 1807 With Ships 1807 To the River Duddon 1807 From the Italian of M Angelo.
... gay , to the woods away ! And there , my babe , we'll live for aye . " XXII . THE IDIOT BOY . ' Tis eight o'clock 178 To Sleep 1807 To Sleep 1807 To Sleep 1807 With Ships 1807 To the River Duddon 1807 From the Italian of M Angelo.
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... bright , Till she is tired , let Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy ? N2 There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good 179 The Idiot Boy 1798 From the same.
... bright , Till she is tired , let Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy ? N2 There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good 179 The Idiot Boy 1798 From the same.
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... Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a Doctor from the town , Or she will die , old Susan Gale . There is no need of boot or spur , There 181.
... Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a Doctor from the town , Or she will die , old Susan Gale . There is no need of boot or spur , There 181.
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... Idiot Boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the Pony moved his legs , Oh ! then for the poor Idiot Boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , He's idle all for very joy . And ...
... Idiot Boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the Pony moved his legs , Oh ! then for the poor Idiot Boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , He's idle all for very joy . And ...
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art thou Babe Bagpipers beneath Betty Foy Betty's Binnorie Bird bower breast breath bright Brother cheerful Child church-yard cliffs cottage dead dear delight door dost dread dwell Ennerdale eyes face fair fancy Father fear flowers gone grave green happy happy day hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour Idiot Boy Isabel Johnny Johnny's Kilve Lamb Laodamia LEONARD live look Luke mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er old Susan pain pleasure Pliny's Natural History Poems Pony porringer PRIEST Protesilaus Quantock Hills rills rocks round senses fail shade sheep Shepherd shore side sight silent sing slaughtered Lord smiles song soul sound stars steep strong Sugh summer Susan Gale sweet sweetest things tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale voice ween wild wind woods Youth
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.