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... sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the Fawn at play , The Hare upon the Green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the Town must go ...
... sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the Fawn at play , The Hare upon the Green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the Town must go ...
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... Thing , with thy wild race Of weeds and flowers , till we return be slow , - And travel with the year at a soft pace . Help us to tell her tales of years gone by , - And this sweet spring the best beloved and best . Joy will be flown in ...
... Thing , with thy wild race Of weeds and flowers , till we return be slow , - And travel with the year at a soft pace . Help us to tell her tales of years gone by , - And this sweet spring the best beloved and best . Joy will be flown in ...
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... sweet Rill ! back to thy mountain bounds , And there for ever be thy waters chained ! For thou dost haunt the air ... thing , sweet Rill , but that which thou art now . " Thou Eglantine , whose arch so proudly towers , 186 ' TIS SAID ...
... sweet Rill ! back to thy mountain bounds , And there for ever be thy waters chained ! For thou dost haunt the air ... thing , sweet Rill , but that which thou art now . " Thou Eglantine , whose arch so proudly towers , 186 ' TIS SAID ...
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William Wordsworth. " Sweet Babe ! they say that I am mad , But nay , my heart is far too glad ; And I am happy when I sing Full many a sad and doleful thing : Then , lovely Baby , do not fear ! I pray thee have no fear of me , But ...
William Wordsworth. " Sweet Babe ! they say that I am mad , But nay , my heart is far too glad ; And I am happy when I sing Full many a sad and doleful thing : Then , lovely Baby , do not fear ! I pray thee have no fear of me , But ...
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... thing ! then thou shalt sing As merry as the birds in spring . Thy Father cares not for my breast , ' Tis thine , sweet Baby , there to rest : ' Tis all thine own ! - and , if its hue Be changed , that was so fair to view , " Tis fair ...
... thing ! then thou shalt sing As merry as the birds in spring . Thy Father cares not for my breast , ' Tis thine , sweet Baby , there to rest : ' Tis all thine own ! - and , if its hue Be changed , that was so fair to view , " Tis fair ...
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Alps Babe behold beneath Betty Foy Betty's bird bowers breast breath bright brook Brother CASTLE OF INDOLENCE Child church-yard cliffs clouds cottage dark dead dear deep delight door dread Ennerdale eyes fair Fancy Father fear flowers gale GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH gleam gone grave green greenwood tree happy happy day hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope Idiot Boy images Imagination Johnny Kilve Lake Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light lived look Luke Lyrical Ballads Maid mind Moon morn Mother mountain never night o'er pain pleasure Poems Poet Pony poor porringer PRIEST Protesilaus rill rocks round shade Shepherd shore side sight silent smiles snow song soul sound star steep stream Sugh Susan sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought thro tidings trees vale ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Youth
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Page 41 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things— With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both pain...
Page 3 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 181 - 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. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me!
Page 202 - 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. "How pleasant...
Page 215 - No Spectre greets me, — no vain Shadow this; Come, blooming Hero, place thee by my side! Give, on this well-known couch, one nuptial kiss To me, this day, a second time thy bride!
Page 16 - I —Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
Page 18 - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Page 15 - 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 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.
Page 312 - And, as his Father had requested, laid The first stone of the Sheepfold. At the sight...
Page 42 - mid the calm of summer nights, When, by the margin of the trembling lake, Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went In solitude, such intercourse was mine : Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long...