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... mind , They sent him up to fair London , An apprentice for to bind . And when he had been seven long years , And his love he had not seen , " Many a tear have I shed for her sake When she little thought of me . " All the maids of ...
... mind , They sent him up to fair London , An apprentice for to bind . And when he had been seven long years , And his love he had not seen , " Many a tear have I shed for her sake When she little thought of me . " All the maids of ...
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... mind , my nurse , my nurse ? Said Lady Clare , " that ye speak so wild ? " " As God's above , " said Alice the nurse , 66 I speak the truth ; you are my child . 99 " The old Earl's daughter died at my breast ; 22 LATE BALLADS.
... mind , my nurse , my nurse ? Said Lady Clare , " that ye speak so wild ? " " As God's above , " said Alice the nurse , 66 I speak the truth ; you are my child . 99 " The old Earl's daughter died at my breast ; 22 LATE BALLADS.
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... mind . Just as perhaps he mused , ' My plans That soar , to earth may fall , Let once my army - leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall , ' — Out ' twixt the battery - smokes there flew A rider , bound on bound Full - galloping ; nor bridle ...
... mind . Just as perhaps he mused , ' My plans That soar , to earth may fall , Let once my army - leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall , ' — Out ' twixt the battery - smokes there flew A rider , bound on bound Full - galloping ; nor bridle ...
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... mind ! Fight I shall , with our foremost , wherever this fennel may grow , Pound - Pan helping us - Persia to dust , and , under the deep , Whelm her away forever ; and then , -no Athens to save , — Marry a certain maid , I know keeps ...
... mind ! Fight I shall , with our foremost , wherever this fennel may grow , Pound - Pan helping us - Persia to dust , and , under the deep , Whelm her away forever ; and then , -no Athens to save , — Marry a certain maid , I know keeps ...
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... mind to kill A Persian lord this day , and strip his corpse , And bear thy trophies to Afrasiab's tent . Or else that the great Rustum would come down Himself to fight , and that thy wiles would move His heart to take a gift , and let ...
... mind to kill A Persian lord this day , and strip his corpse , And bear thy trophies to Afrasiab's tent . Or else that the great Rustum would come down Himself to fight , and that thy wiles would move His heart to take a gift , and let ...
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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.