Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Edizione 357,Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 |
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Pagina 50
... strong and gay And like a rose in June , I to her cottage bent my way , Beneath the evening Moon . Upon the Moon I fixed my eye , All over the wide lea : My Horse trudged on - and we drew nigh Those paths so dear to me . And now we ...
... strong and gay And like a rose in June , I to her cottage bent my way , Beneath the evening Moon . Upon the Moon I fixed my eye , All over the wide lea : My Horse trudged on - and we drew nigh Those paths so dear to me . And now we ...
Pagina 55
... strong ; The patient Briar suffered long , Nor did he utter groan or sigh , Hoping the danger would be past : But seeing no relief , at last He ventured to reply . " Ah ! " said the Briar , " blame me not ; Why should we dwell in strife ...
... strong ; The patient Briar suffered long , Nor did he utter groan or sigh , Hoping the danger would be past : But seeing no relief , at last He ventured to reply . " Ah ! " said the Briar , " blame me not ; Why should we dwell in strife ...
Pagina 61
... strong . " Disasters , do the best we can , Will reach both great and small ; And he is oft the wisest man , Who is not wise at all . For me , why should I wish to roam ? This spot is my paternal home , It is my pleasant Heritage ; My ...
... strong . " Disasters , do the best we can , Will reach both great and small ; And he is oft the wisest man , Who is not wise at all . For me , why should I wish to roam ? This spot is my paternal home , It is my pleasant Heritage ; My ...
Pagina 68
... And oh how grievously I rue , That , afterwards , a little longer , My Friends , I did not follow you ! For strong and wîthout pain I lay , My Friends , when you were gone away . My Child ! they gave thee to another , A 68.
... And oh how grievously I rue , That , afterwards , a little longer , My Friends , I did not follow you ! For strong and wîthout pain I lay , My Friends , when you were gone away . My Child ! they gave thee to another , A 68.
Pagina 82
... strong . A thousand Lambs are on the rocks , All newly born ! both earth and sky Keep jubilee ; and more than all , Those Boys with their green Coronal ; They never hear the cry , That plaintive cry ! which up the hill Comes from the ...
... strong . A thousand Lambs are on the rocks , All newly born ! both earth and sky Keep jubilee ; and more than all , Those Boys with their green Coronal ; They never hear the cry , That plaintive cry ! which up the hill Comes from the ...
Parole e frasi comuni
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
Brani popolari
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 224 - He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.