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... woman's bonnet , shawl , and gown , Who shook them off with just a little cry ; They were the terror of each favorite walk , The endless theme of all the village talk . The farmers grew impatient , but a few Confessed their error , and ...
... woman's bonnet , shawl , and gown , Who shook them off with just a little cry ; They were the terror of each favorite walk , The endless theme of all the village talk . The farmers grew impatient , but a few Confessed their error , and ...
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... woman of violent passions , and so proud an aristocrat , that , as long as she lived , she would never enter any house in the town except her own . When a married daughter was ill , she used to go in her carriage to the door and send up ...
... woman of violent passions , and so proud an aristocrat , that , as long as she lived , she would never enter any house in the town except her own . When a married daughter was ill , she used to go in her carriage to the door and send up ...
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... woman , therein totally different from her mother . Knox , when he first visited his estate , arriving in a vessel , was waited upon by a deputation of the squatters , who had resolved to resist him to the death . He received them with ...
... woman , therein totally different from her mother . Knox , when he first visited his estate , arriving in a vessel , was waited upon by a deputation of the squatters , who had resolved to resist him to the death . He received them with ...
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... woman's tongue ? The moment Wolf entered the house , his crest fell , his tail drooped to the ground or curled between his legs , he sneaked about with a gallows air , casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle , and at the least ...
... woman's tongue ? The moment Wolf entered the house , his crest fell , his tail drooped to the ground or curled between his legs , he sneaked about with a gallows air , casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle , and at the least ...
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... woman passed through the throng to get a peep at the gray - bearded man . She had a chubby child in her arms , which , frightened at his looks , began to cry . " Hush , Rip , " cried she , " hush , you little fool ; the old man won't ...
... woman passed through the throng to get a peep at the gray - bearded man . She had a chubby child in her arms , which , frightened at his looks , began to cry . " Hush , Rip , " cried she , " hush , you little fool ; the old man won't ...
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Page 226 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 256 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; 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.
Page 231 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 255 - 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.
Page 4 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,. Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 169 - He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he. 'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Page 4 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Page 347 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Page 181 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Page 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a