Poems of William WordsworthC. S. Francis, 1855 - 340 páginas |
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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 ? Scarcely a soul is out of bed ; Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , Betty ...
... Betty Foy ? Why are you in this mighty fret ? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love , your Idiot Boy ? Scarcely a soul is out of bed ; Good Betty , put him down again ; His lips with joy they burr at you ; But , Betty ...
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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 Foy ...
... 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 Foy ...
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... Betty Foy , And I have lost my poor dear Boy , You know him - him you often see ; He's not so wise as some folks be : " " The devil take his wisdom ! " said The Doctor , looking somewhat grim , " What woman ! should I know of him ...
... Betty Foy , And I have lost my poor dear Boy , You know him - him you often see ; He's not so wise as some folks be : " " The devil take his wisdom ! " said The Doctor , looking somewhat grim , " What woman ! should I know of him ...
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... Betty Foy ? She hardly can sustain her fears ; The roaring waterfall she hears , And cannot find her Idiot Boy . Your Pony's worth his weight in gold ; Then calm your terrors , Betty Foy ! She's coming from among the trees , And now all ...
... Betty Foy ? She hardly can sustain her fears ; The roaring waterfall she hears , And cannot find her Idiot Boy . Your Pony's worth his weight in gold ; Then calm your terrors , Betty Foy ! She's coming from among the trees , And now all ...
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... Betty Foy ! The little Pony glad may be , But he is milder far than she , You hardly can perceive his joy . " Oh ! Johnny , never mind the Doctor ; You've done your best , and that is all : " She took the reins , when this was said ...
... Betty Foy ! The little Pony glad may be , But he is milder far than she , You hardly can perceive his joy . " Oh ! Johnny , never mind the Doctor ; You've done your best , and that is all : " She took the reins , when this was said ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou beauty behold beneath Betty Betty Foy breath bright bright eye calm cheerful child clouds cottage creature dark dear delight doth dread dwell earth Ennerdale fair faith fancy fear feel fields flowers Friend gentle grace Grasmere grave green grief grove hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour human Idiot Boy Johnny Kilve Laodamia Leonard light live lonely look meek mind moon mountains Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passed peace Peter Bell pleasure poor Priest quiet R. H. DANA river Swale Rob Roy rocks round RYDAL MOUNT Rylstone shade side sight silent solitary solitude SONNET sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tender thee things thou thought trees turned vale voice Wanderer wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words youth
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Página 352 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Página 131 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Página 170 - THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Página 27 - When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot, Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Página 102 - 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.
Página 104 - Then did the little maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we: Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
Página 212 - On that best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
Página 21 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is : and hence for me, In sundry moods 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground...
Página 130 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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 118 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.