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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 ! 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 scarce a soul that ' s out of bed , Good Betty ! put him down again ; His
lips with joy they burr at you , But , 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 ...
Sida 123
He quite all fifty all of glee And Betty ' s standing at the door , And Betty ' s face
with joy o ' erflows , Proud of herself and proud of him , She sees him in his
travelling trim ; How quietly her Johnny goes :The silence of her Idiot Boys What
hopes it ...
He quite all fifty all of glee And Betty ' s standing at the door , And Betty ' s face
with joy o ' erflows , Proud of herself and proud of him , She sees him in his
travelling trim ; How quietly her Johnny goes :The silence of her Idiot Boys What
hopes it ...
Sida 125
But Betty , poor good woman ! she , You plainly in her face may read it , Could
lend out of that moment ' s store Five years of happiness or more , To any that
inight need it . ' But yet I guess that now and then With Betty all was not so well ,
And ...
But Betty , poor good woman ! she , You plainly in her face may read it , Could
lend out of that moment ' s store Five years of happiness or more , To any that
inight need it . ' But yet I guess that now and then With Betty all was not so well ,
And ...
Sida 127
At the first word that Susan said Cried Betty rising from the bed , “ Susan , I ' d
gladly stay with you ;“ I must be gone , I must away , 6 . Consider , Johnny ' s but
half - wise ; “ . Susan , we must take care of him , . “ If he is hurt in life or , limb ” "
Oh ...
At the first word that Susan said Cried Betty rising from the bed , “ Susan , I ' d
gladly stay with you ;“ I must be gone , I must away , 6 . Consider , Johnny ' s but
half - wise ; “ . Susan , we must take care of him , . “ If he is hurt in life or , limb ” "
Oh ...
Sida 134
And that ' s the very poney too , Where is she , — where is Betty Foy ? She hardly
can sustain her fears ; The roaring water - fall she hears , And cannot find her
Idiot boy . , . . Your poney ' s worth his weight in gold , Then calm your terrors ...
And that ' s the very poney too , Where is she , — where is Betty Foy ? She hardly
can sustain her fears ; The roaring water - fall she hears , And cannot find her
Idiot boy . , . . Your poney ' s worth his weight in gold , Then calm your terrors ...
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Sida 153 - Is lightened : that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood, Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Sida 103 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Sida 154 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this *Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Sida 152 - Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up in silence from among the trees, With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone.
Sida 92 - It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Sida 154 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Sida 31 - The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she '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.
Sida 1 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Sida 91 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Sida 90 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
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| Titel | Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond Lyrical ballads, with other poems [including some by S.T. Coleridge]. From the Lond, William Wordsworth |
| Författare | William Wordsworth |
| Utgåva | 2 |
| Publicerad 18055Illustrerad av | 1802 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 26 sep 2006 |
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