Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Ausgabe 356,Band 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 - 248 Seiten |
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... Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , ...
... Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , ...
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... thus about your door , What means this bustle , 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 99 The Idiot Boy.
... thus about your door , What means this bustle , 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 99 The Idiot Boy.
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... Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , ...
... Betty Foy With girt and stirrup fiddle - faddle ; But wherefore set upon a saddle Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy ? There's scarce a soul that's out of bed ; Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , ...
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... Betty's Husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A Woodman in the distant vale ; There's none to help poor Susan Gale ; What must be done ? what will betide ? And Betty from the lane has fetched Her Pony , 101.
... Betty's Husband's at the wood , Where by the week he doth abide , A Woodman in the distant vale ; There's none to help poor Susan Gale ; What must be done ? what will betide ? And Betty from the lane has fetched Her Pony , 101.
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... Betty Foy Has up upon the saddle set , The like was never heard of yet , Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a ...
... Betty Foy Has up upon the saddle set , The like was never heard of yet , Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albatross Babe Beneath Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips breath breeze chatter cold composition dead dear endeavoured excitement fair fear feelings Friend Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart high crag Hill of moss hope Idiot Boy idle Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist language limbs Liswyn farm live look Martha Ray metre metrical mind mist moon moonlight mountain nature never night numbers o'er objects oh misery old Susan Gale Owlets pain passion pleasure Poems Poet Poet's poetic diction Poetry Pond Pony poor old poor Susan porringer pray produced prose Quoth Reader round sails senses fail Ship silent Simon Lee song soul spirit Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things Thorn thou thought tion truth Twas verse voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind wood words Young Harry
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 147 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Seite 154 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Seite 198 - Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 171 - Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid ; a'nd it was he That made the ship to go.
Seite 168 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Seite 179 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Seite 170 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 171 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Seite xv - For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and, unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. The most effective of these causes are the great national events which are daily taking place, and the increasing accumulation of men in cities, where the uniformity of their occupations produces a craving for extraordinary incident, which the rapid communication of intelligence...
Seite 54 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.