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... green , And never an eye to see , I wad hae had you , flesh and fell ; But your sword sall gae wi me . ' ' But gae ye up to Otterbourne , And , wait there dayis three , And , if I come not ere three dayis end , A fause knight ca ye me ...
... green , And never an eye to see , I wad hae had you , flesh and fell ; But your sword sall gae wi me . ' ' But gae ye up to Otterbourne , And , wait there dayis three , And , if I come not ere three dayis end , A fause knight ca ye me ...
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... green sod under my head , And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side , Which was my music sweet ; And make my grave of gravel and green , Which is most right and meet . ' Let me have length and breadth enough , With a green ...
... green sod under my head , And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side , Which was my music sweet ; And make my grave of gravel and green , Which is most right and meet . ' Let me have length and breadth enough , With a green ...
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... 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 ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
... 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 ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
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... green and sunny glade , — There came and look'd him in the face An angel beautiful and bright ; And that he knew it was a Fiend , This miserable Knight ! And that unknowing what he did , He leap'd amid SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 37.
... green and sunny glade , — There came and look'd him in the face An angel beautiful and bright ; And that he knew it was a Fiend , This miserable Knight ! And that unknowing what he did , He leap'd amid SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 37.
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... green , And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer - queen . And as I rode by Dalton - Hall Beneath the turrets high , A Maiden on the castle - wall Was singing merrily : O Brignall banks are fresh and fair , And Greta woods ...
... green , And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer - queen . And as I rode by Dalton - Hall Beneath the turrets high , A Maiden on the castle - wall Was singing merrily : O Brignall banks are fresh and fair , And Greta woods ...
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Afrasiab Agnes ancient Mariner arms Athens ballad battle BATTLE OF NASEBY Battle of Otterburn beauty bird breast breath bright cloud cold dæmons dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feel fight flowers glory grace grave green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Keats King lady land light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord Randal Moon morn mortal never night nymph o'er Otterbourne Oxus P. B. Shelley pale Persian Pheidippides poem poetry Porphyro rose round Rustum sails sand seem'd Seistan ship silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile soft Sohrab song soul sound spake spear spirit stanza stars stood story sweet Sylph Tartar tears tell Thalestris thee thine things thou art thought Twas voice wave wild wind words Wordsworth young youth
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Page 279 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 363 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 253 - 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 walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 350 - mid the steep sky's commotion. Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed. Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 203 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride...
Page 205 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 351 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Page 355 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Page 332 - A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And "mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.