Poems, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... sound : " Over his own sweet voice the Stock - dove broods ; " of the same bird , " His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze ; " " O , Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? " The Stock ...
... sound : " Over his own sweet voice the Stock - dove broods ; " of the same bird , " His voice was buried among trees , Yet to be come at by the breeze ; " " O , Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? " The Stock ...
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... sound which the Poet feels , penetrates the shade in which it is entombed , and conveys it to the ear of the listener . J Shall I call thee Bird Or but a wandering Voice ? This concise interrogation characterises the seeming ubiquity of ...
... sound which the Poet feels , penetrates the shade in which it is entombed , and conveys it to the ear of the listener . J Shall I call thee Bird Or but a wandering Voice ? This concise interrogation characterises the seeming ubiquity of ...
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... sound and sight , in the celestial soil of the Imagination . The Boy , there introduced , is listening , with something of a feverish and restless anxiety , for the recur- rence of the riotous sounds which he had pre- viously excited ...
... sound and sight , in the celestial soil of the Imagination . The Boy , there introduced , is listening , with something of a feverish and restless anxiety , for the recur- rence of the riotous sounds which he had pre- viously excited ...
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... sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ? He may knock at the door , -we'll not let him in , May drive at the windows , -we'll laugh at his din ...
... sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ? He may knock at the door , -we'll not let him in , May drive at the windows , -we'll laugh at his din ...
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... And many a hill did Lucy climb ; 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 day - break on a hill they stood That 15.
... And many a hill did Lucy climb ; 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 day - break on a hill they stood That 15.
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Страница 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.
Страница 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.