Poems, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... cur ! That clustered round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair , and very fair ; -Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little Maid , How many 22 We are Seven 1798.
... cur ! That clustered round her head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair , and very fair ; -Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little Maid , How many 22 We are Seven 1798.
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... are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be ? " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath the church - yard tree . " " You run about , my little Maid , Your ...
... are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be ? " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath the church - yard tree . " " You run about , my little Maid , Your ...
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William Wordsworth. " You run about , my little Maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the church - yard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps ...
William Wordsworth. " You run about , my little Maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the church - yard laid , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be seen , " The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps ...
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... are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in Heaven ! " " Twas throwing words away : for still The little Maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " X. ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS , Showing how the Practice of 25.
... are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in Heaven ! " " Twas throwing words away : for still The little Maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " X. ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS , Showing how the Practice of 25.
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... Maid might sing " What ails thee , Young One ? What ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? Well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; Rest , little Young One , rest ; what is't ...
... Maid might sing " What ails thee , Young One ? What ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? Well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; Rest , little Young One , rest ; what is't ...
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Page 313 - 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. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 130 - 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.
Page 299 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 131 - I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream ! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Page 310 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 47 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Page 330 - Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
Page 269 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Page 343 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear ; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses and to the passions.