Lyrical Ballads and Other Poems, 1797-1800

Lyrical Ballads and Other Poems, 1797-1800

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1800 edition. Excerpt: ... the time at 'which they entered upon and quitted their office. Opposite one of those names the Author wrote the following lines. If Nature, for a favorite Child In thee hath temper'd so her clay, That every hour thy heart runs wild Yet never once doth go astray, Read o'er these lines; and then review This tablet, that thus humbly rears In such diversity of hue Its history of two hundred years.--When through this little wreck of fame, Cypher and syllable, thine eye Has travell'd down to Matthew's name, Pause with no common sympathy. And if a sleeping tear should wake Then be it neither check'd nor stay'd: For Matthew a request 1 make Which for himself he had not made. Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er, Is silent as a standing pool, Far from the chimney's merry roar, And murmur of the village school. The sighs which Matthew heav'd were sighs Of one tir'd out with fun and madness; The tears which came to Matthew's eyes Were tears of light, the oil of gladness. Yet sometimes when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round It seem'd as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.--Thou soul of God's best earthly mould, Thou happy soul, and can it be That these two words of glittering gold Are all that must remain of thee? THE T-wo APRIL MORNINGS. We walk'd along, while bright and red Uprose the morning sun, And Matthew stopp'd, he look'd, and said, " The will of God be done 1" A village Schoolmaster was he, With hair of glittering grey; As blithe a man as you could see On a spring holiday. And on that morning, through the grass, And by the steaming rills, We travell'd merrily to pass A day among the hills. " Our work," said I, " was well beguD; Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has...

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  • Hardback | 872 pages
  • 157.5 x 238.8 x 58.4mm | 1,383.47g
  • Cornell University Press
  • IthacaUnited States
  • English
  • 113 black and white fascimiles
  • 0801425727
  • 9780801425721

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