Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Tema 357,Volumen2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 |
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... Isabel , " said he , Two evenings after he had heard the news , " I have been toiling more than seventy years , And in the open sun - shine of God's love Have we all lived ; yet if these fields of ours Should pass into a Stranger's hand ...
... Isabel , " said he , Two evenings after he had heard the news , " I have been toiling more than seventy years , And in the open sun - shine of God's love Have we all lived ; yet if these fields of ours Should pass into a Stranger's hand ...
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... Isabel ; the land Shall not go from us , and it shall be free ; He shall possess it , That passes over it . free as is the wind We have , thou knowest , Another Kinsman - he will be our friend In this distress . He is a prosperous man ...
... Isabel ; the land Shall not go from us , and it shall be free ; He shall possess it , That passes over it . free as is the wind We have , thou knowest , Another Kinsman - he will be our friend In this distress . He is a prosperous man ...
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... Isabel sat silent , for her mind Was busy , looking back into past times . There's Richard Bateman , thought she to herself , He was a Parish - boy - at the Church - door They made a gathering for him , shillings , pence , And ...
... Isabel sat silent , for her mind Was busy , looking back into past times . There's Richard Bateman , thought she to herself , He was a Parish - boy - at the Church - door They made a gathering for him , shillings , pence , And ...
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... Isabel , And her face brightened . The Old Man was glad , And thus resumed : - " Well , Isabel ! this scheme These two days has been meat and drink to me . Far more than we have lost is left us yet . -We have enough - I wish indeed that ...
... Isabel , And her face brightened . The Old Man was glad , And thus resumed : - " Well , Isabel ! this scheme These two days has been meat and drink to me . Far more than we have lost is left us yet . -We have enough - I wish indeed that ...
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... Isabel , when she had told her fears , Recovered heart . That evening her best fare Did she bring forth , and all together sat Like happy people round a Christmas fire . Next morning Isabel resumed her work ; And all the ensuing week ...
... Isabel , when she had told her fears , Recovered heart . That evening her best fare Did she bring forth , and all together sat Like happy people round a Christmas fire . Next morning Isabel resumed her work ; And all the ensuing week ...
Términos y frases comunes
aged Beggar Ambleside ANDREW JONES antient Art thou bason beneath bless bower brook Brother cataract cheerful Child church-yard cottage crag Cumberland dead dear delight dell door dwell earth Egremont Enna Ennerdale eyes fair Father feel fields fire-side flowers Friends gentle gone Grasmere grave green greenwood tree half hand happy hath heard heart Heaven hills hither hour Isabel Kirtle lake Lamb language LEONARD live look Lucy Luke metre Michael mind morning mountain murmur Nature never night o'er passed Playmate pleasure POEM poetic diction Poets poor PRIEST quiet Richard Bateman rills rocks round rude Ruth seemed shade sheep Sheep-fold Shepherd side silent Sir Walter Skiddaw sleep song soul sound spake spot spring stone stood summer sweet thee things thou art thoughts Thrush trees turned Twas Twill vale village voice ween wild wind woods Youth
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Página 137 - 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. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 73 - But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide: But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept - and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet"; - When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Página 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.
Página 224 - He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Página 142 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Página 220 - Receiving from his Father hire of praise ; Though nought was left undone which staff, or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform. But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand Against the mountain blasts ; and to the heights, Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways, He with his Father daily went, and they...
Página 74 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.