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... door , -we'll not let him in , May drive at the windows , -we'll laugh at his din ; Let him seek his own home wherever it be ; Here's a cozie warm House for Edward and me . VI . THE MOTHER'S RETURN . BY THE SAME . 10.
... door , -we'll not let him in , May drive at the windows , -we'll laugh at his din ; Let him seek his own home wherever it be ; Here's a cozie warm House for Edward and me . VI . THE MOTHER'S RETURN . BY THE SAME . 10.
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... door ! You yet may spy the Fawn at play , The Hare upon the Green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . To - night will be a stormy night- You to the Town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother ...
... door ! You yet may spy the Fawn at play , The Hare upon the Green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . To - night will be a stormy night- You to the Town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother ...
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... door . And , turning homeward , now they cried " In Heaven we all shall meet ! " -When in the snow the Mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the ...
... door . And , turning homeward , now they cried " In Heaven we all shall meet ! " -When in the snow the Mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the ...
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... her tattered Cloak ! The chaise drove on ; our journey's end Was nigh ; and , sitting by my side , As if she'd lost her only friend She wept , nor would be pacified . Up to the Tavern - door we post ; Of 20 Yarrow Visited 1814.
... her tattered Cloak ! The chaise drove on ; our journey's end Was nigh ; and , sitting by my side , As if she'd lost her only friend She wept , nor would be pacified . Up to the Tavern - door we post ; Of 20 Yarrow Visited 1814.
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William Wordsworth. Up to the Tavern - door we post ; Of Alice and her grief I told ; And I gave money to the Host , To buy a new Cloak for the old . " And let it be of duffil grey , As warm a cloak as man can sell ! " Proud Creature was ...
William Wordsworth. Up to the Tavern - door we post ; Of Alice and her grief I told ; And I gave money to the Host , To buy a new Cloak for the old . " And let it be of duffil grey , As warm a cloak as man can sell ! " Proud Creature was ...
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313 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
299 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
131 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
310 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
343 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.