Poems, Band 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1815 |
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... Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love , your Idiot Boy ? Beneath the Moon that shines so bright , Till she is tired , let Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But ...
... Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love , your Idiot Boy ? Beneath the Moon that shines so bright , Till she is tired , let Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But ...
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... Betty ! what has he to do With stirrup , saddle , or with rein ? The world will say ' tis very idle , Bethink you of the time of night ; There's not a mother , no not one , But when she hears what you have done , O Betty , she ' ll be ...
... Betty ! what has he to do With stirrup , saddle , or with rein ? The world will say ' tis very idle , Bethink you of the time of night ; There's not a mother , no not one , But when she hears what you have done , O Betty , she ' ll be ...
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... Betty from the lane has fetched Her Pony , that is mild and good , Whether he be in joy or pain , Feeding at will along the lane , Or bringing faggots from the wood . And he is all in travelling trim , → And , by the moonlight , Betty ...
... Betty from the lane has fetched Her Pony , that is mild and good , Whether he be in joy or pain , Feeding at will along the lane , Or bringing faggots from the wood . And he is all in travelling trim , → And , by the moonlight , Betty ...
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... Betty o'er and o'er has told The Boy who is her best delight Both what to follow , what to shun , What do , and what to leave undone , How turn to left , and how to right . And Betty's most especial charge , Was , Johnny ! Johnny ! mind ...
... Betty o'er and o'er has told The Boy who is her best delight Both what to follow , what to shun , What do , and what to leave undone , How turn to left , and how to right . And Betty's most especial charge , Was , Johnny ! Johnny ! mind ...
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William Wordsworth. And now that Johnny is just going , Though Betty's in a mighty flurry , She gently pats the Pony's side , On which her Idiot ... Betty's face 183 To the Lady 1807 The World is too much with 1807 Written in very early ...
William Wordsworth. And now that Johnny is just going , Though Betty's in a mighty flurry , She gently pats the Pony's side , On which her Idiot ... Betty's face 183 To the Lady 1807 The World is too much with 1807 Written in very early ...
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Adam Bruce Babe bagpipes beneath Betty Foy Betty's Bird bower breath bright brook Brother cheerful Child church-yard cliffs cottage crag dead dear deep delight door dread dwell Ennerdale eyes face fair Father fear flowers follow the blind gone grave green happy happy day hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour Idiot Boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve Lamb Laodamia LEONARD light limbs live look Maid mind Moon morning Mother mountain never night o'er old Susan pain pastoral pipes Poem Pony porringer PRIEST Protesilaus Quantock Hills rills rocks round sail senses fail shade Shepherd shore shout side sight silent sing smiles snow song soul sound steep Sugh summer Susan Gale sweet sweetest thing tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thought trees Twas vale waterfall ween wild wind woods Youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 24 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.