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... voice , nor shout , Nor aught else like it , could be heard . The boy then smacked his whip , and fast The horses scampered through the rain ; And soon I heard upon the blast The voice , and bade him halt again . Said I , alighting on ...
... voice , nor shout , Nor aught else like it , could be heard . The boy then smacked his whip , and fast The horses scampered through the rain ; And soon I heard upon the blast The voice , and bade him halt again . Said I , alighting on ...
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... voice ; it said , " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! ” And , looking o'er the hedge , before me I espied A snow - white mountain lamb with a maiden at its side . No other sheep was near , the lamb was all alone , And by a slender cord ...
... voice ; it said , " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! ” And , looking o'er the hedge , before me I espied A snow - white mountain lamb with a maiden at its side . No other sheep was near , the lamb was all alone , And by a slender cord ...
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... 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 melancholy , not unnoticed , while the stars ...
... 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 melancholy , not unnoticed , while the stars ...
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... voice , " It doth not love the shower , nor seek the cold : This neither is its courage nor its choice , But its necessity in being old . " The sunshine may not cheer it , nor the dew ; It cannot help itself in its decay ; Stiff in its ...
... voice , " It doth not love the shower , nor seek the cold : This neither is its courage nor its choice , But its necessity in being old . " The sunshine may not cheer it , nor the dew ; It cannot help itself in its decay ; Stiff in its ...
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... voice , and hung With fondness on those sweet Nestorian strains . There pleasure crowned his days , and all his thoughts A roseate fragrance breathed . Oh , human life , That never art secure from dolorous change ! Behold a high ...
... voice , and hung With fondness on those sweet Nestorian strains . There pleasure crowned his days , and all his thoughts A roseate fragrance breathed . Oh , human life , That never art secure from dolorous change ! Behold a high ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou babe behold beneath Betty Betty Foy bird Black Comb bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm Canute cheerful child churchyard clouds cottage creature curious pastime dead dear delight dost doth dwell earth EGREMONT CASTLE eyes fair fear feel fields flowers gentle glad gleam gone Goody Blake grave green happy Harry Gill hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour Idiot Boy Johnny Kilve lamb Laodamia Leonard live lofty look Martha Ray mind moon morning mother mountain murmur never night o'er ODE TO DUTY passed pleasure poor porringer rills rock round shade shepherd side sight silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stone Susan sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees Twas Twill vale voice weary ween wild wind woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 1 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 130 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind...
Página 207 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Página 192 - Thus Nature spake — the work was done; — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Página 132 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude.
Página 14 - SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? 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. 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 may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 179 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Página xii - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng ; The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday.
Página 4 - 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.
Página 27 - 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"! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a...