Pastoral poems, illustr. with engravings |
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bank The footmarks Beneath that large bird BIRKET FOSTER blessed boisterous brook brook of Greenhead cheerful child churchyard cottage CUCKOO delight depth of Dungeon-Ghyll dragged to earth earth both branch EDMUND EVANS father gate or gap GEORGE THOMAS gone grass Thy loud green Greenhead Ghyll hats they trim helpmate HENRY WARREN hills hope housewife IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS Isabel lamb she gave Legberthwaite length LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS little maiden kneel lived look loud note smites Lucy Gray Luke mother mountain lamb o'er oftentimes was placed old Michael PASTORAL POEM pity brought thee placed At gate playmate pool is pent received her heart rocks round seven sheep sheep-fold shepherd shepherd's stool sight smites my ear spies A lamb spy the fawn stem or turn stood things thou art thou know'st thoughts Thy loud note thy mother's tumultuous brook Twas vale valley watchman oftentimes wind wouldst thou roam
Passatges populars
Pàgina 27 - Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale Of sunshine and of flowers, 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...
Pàgina 41 - And westward to the village near the lake ; And from this constant light, so regular And so far seen, the House itself, by all Who dwelt within the limits of the vale, Both old and young, was named THE EVENING STAR.
Pàgina 48 - Wrought on with her best fingers to prepare Things needful for the journey of her son. But Isabel was glad when Sunday came To stop her in her work : for, when she lay By Michael's side, she through the...
Pàgina 14 - I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; My playmate thou shalt be ; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. It will not, will not rest! — Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.
Pàgina 41 - The thrifty pair had lived. For, as it chanced, Their cottage on a plot of rising ground Stood single, with large prospect, north and south, High into Easedale, up to Dunmail-Raise. And westward to the village near the lake ; And from this constant light, so regular And so far seen, the house itself, by all Who dwelt within the limits of the vale, Both old and young, was named the
Pàgina 22 - And then an open field they crossed: The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank The footmarks, one by one. Into the middle of the plank.; And further there were none...
Pàgina 5 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Pàgina 45 - Should pass into a stranger's hand, I think That I could not lie quiet in my grave. Our lot is a hard lot ; the sun himself Has scarcely been more diligent than I ; And I have lived to be a fool at last To my own family. An evil man That was, and made an evil choice, if he Were false to us ; and if he were not false, There are ten thousand to whom loss like this Had been no sorrow.
Pàgina 22 - The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept, and, turning homeward, cried, " In heaven we all shall meet ! " — When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.