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... darkness that come there ; The little Brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like Lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , our cottage is ...
... darkness that come there ; The little Brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like Lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe , our cottage is ...
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... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of ...
... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of ...
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... darkness he can hear , And guesses their intent . " Lei - gha - Lei - gha " - then did he cry " Lei - gha - Lei - gha❞ — most eagerly ; Thus did he cry , and thus did pray , And what he meant was , " Keep away , And leave me to myself ...
... darkness he can hear , And guesses their intent . " Lei - gha - Lei - gha " - then did he cry " Lei - gha - Lei - gha❞ — most eagerly ; Thus did he cry , and thus did pray , And what he meant was , " Keep away , And leave me to myself ...
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... tipp'd with gold , the mountain - summits glow'd . * In the beginning of winter , these mountains are frequented by woodcocks , which in dark nights retire into the woods . Alas ! the idle tale of man is found Depicted 70 EVENING WALK .
... tipp'd with gold , the mountain - summits glow'd . * In the beginning of winter , these mountains are frequented by woodcocks , which in dark nights retire into the woods . Alas ! the idle tale of man is found Depicted 70 EVENING WALK .
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... Dark with bat - haunted ashes stretching broad , Oft as she taught them on her lap to play Delighted , with the glow - worm's harmless ray Tossed light from hand to hand ; while on the ground Small circles of green radiance gleam around ...
... Dark with bat - haunted ashes stretching broad , Oft as she taught them on her lap to play Delighted , with the glow - worm's harmless ray Tossed light from hand to hand ; while on the ground Small circles of green radiance gleam around ...
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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...