Quotations from Lyrical Ballads
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| What if these | barren bows the bee not loves
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| If the wind breathe soft | the curling waves that break against the shore, shall lull thy mind
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| ----Who he was | Change in topic, Lines left upon a seat in a Yew Tree
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| Mossy sod | Land description
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| To bend its arms | in circling shade
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| I well remember | No common soul
genius nurs'd
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| against all enemies prepared; | All but neglect
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| Spirit damped | turned away
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| with food of pride | sustained his soul In solitude.
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| Stranger! | Urging to listen
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| this place had | charms for him
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| morbid pleasure | nourished
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| emblem of | his own unfruitful life
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| mournful | joy
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| on visionary views | would fancy feed
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| Till his eye | streamed with tears
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| seat | his only monument
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| Pride Howe'er disguised | in its own majesty is littleness
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| he, who feels contempt for any living thing | hath facuties which he has never used
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| true knowledge | leads to love
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| true dignity abides with him alon Who... | Can still suspect, and revere imself In lowliness of heart.
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| No cloud, | no relique of the sunken day
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| A balmy night! | enthusiasm for night time
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| we shall | find pleasure
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| Most musical, | most melancholy Bird! (Milton)
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| A melancholy Bird? | O idle thought!
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| In nature | there is nothing melancholy
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| grevious wrong | rejected love
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| nam'ed these notes | a melancholy strain
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| many a poet | echoes the conceit
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| we have learnt | a different lore:
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| Nature's sweet voices | always full of love and joyance!
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| merry | Nightingale
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| delicious | notes
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| My dear | Babe
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| I deem it wise to make | him Nature's play mate.
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| he beholds the moon, | and hush'd at once
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| suspends his sobs, | and laughs most silently
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| sweet | Nightingale!
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| Nightingale is | blank verse, conversational
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| And this place | our forfarthers made for man!
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| the process of our | love and wisdom
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| Is this | the only cure?
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| Merciful | God!
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| Ignorance and | parching poverty
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| His energier | roll back upon his heart
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| Stagnate and corrupt; | till changed to poison
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| Loathsome | plague-spot
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| friendless solitude, | groaning and tears
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| dismal | twilight!
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| clanking | hour
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| circled | with evil
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| till his very soul | Unmoulds its essence
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| hoplessly | deformed
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| O | Nature
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| Healest thy wandering | and distempered child
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| Thy melodies | of woods, and winds, and waters.
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| no more endure to be | a jarring and dissonant thing
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| general | dance and minstrelsy
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| His angy spirit | healed and harmonised
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| joy that precedes | the calm season of rest
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| dwelling | so fair?
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| thick- | ribbed walls
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| stedfast | dejection
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| On the fetters that | link him to death
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| bone | are consumed
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| life-blood | is dried
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| blood-reeking | field
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| vault | of disease
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| A thousand sharp punctures | of cold-sweating pain
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| Poor | victim!
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| a | brother
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| Would plant thee where yet thou | might'st blossom again
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| I have a boy | of five years old
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| dearly | he loves me
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| face fair and | fresh to see
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| To think, and think, | and think again
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| Klive's | delightful shore,
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| So much happiness | to spare
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| rustic | dress
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| young lambs ran | a pretty race
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| morning sun shone | bright and warm
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| Why? | repetition throughout
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| At Klive there was no weather-cock, | And that's the reason why.
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| O dearest, | dearest boy!
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| Could I but teach the hundrethpart | Of what from thee I learn.
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| A simple | child
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| What should it | know of death?
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| rustic, | woodland air
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| was wildly | clad
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| How many | may you be
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| Seven are we | We are seven
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| Their graves | are green
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| I sit and | sing to them
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| God released her | of her pain
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| went | away
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| ground was | white with snow
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| John was forced | to go
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| O | Master
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| But they are dead; | thos two are dead!
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| A thousand | blended notes
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| sweet mood when when pleasant thoughts | Bring sad thoughts to the mind
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| Much it griev'd | my heart to think
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| What man has | made of man
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| Every flower | Enjoys the air it breathes
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| The birds around me | hopp'd and play'd
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| seem'd a | thrill of pleasure
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| Budding twigs spread out their fan, | To catch the breezy air
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| There was | pleasure there
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| Have I not reason to lament | What man has made of man?
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| First mild | day of March
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| Each minute | sweeter than before
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| Blessing | in the air
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| joy | to yield
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| My | Sister!
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| ('tis a wish | of mine)
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| Make | haste
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| Come | forth
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| Woodland | dress
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| Bring no | book
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| We'll give | to idleness
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| Our living | Calendar
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| Fom earth to man, from man to earth | -it is the hour of feeling
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| Our minds shall drink at every pore | The spirit of the season.
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| Take our temper | from to-day
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| blessed | power
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| About, | below, above.
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| How it could ever | have been young,
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| It looks so old | and grey
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| a mass | of knotted joints
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| like rock | or stone
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| Cuts like | a scythe
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| Tis three feet long, | and two feet wide
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| Fresh and | lovely sight
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| All lovely colours | All colours that were ever seen
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| vermillion dye | green, red and pearly white
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| Is like an infant's | grave in size
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| As like | as like can be
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| A woman in | a scarlet cloak
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| Oh misery! oh misery" | Oh woe is me! oh misery!
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| Frosty | air
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| whirlwind's | on the hill
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| In rain, in tempest, | and in snow
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| Oh wherefore? | wherefore?
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| A cruel, | cruel fire
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| Old Farmer Simpson | did maintain
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| Who had a | brain so wild
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| Twas mist and rain, | and storm and rain
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| With drops of poor | infants blood;
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| kill a new-born infant thus! | I do not think she could.
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| the grass shook | upon the ground
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| the thorn is bound with heavytufts of moss, | that strive to drag it to the ground
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| wild | rusty stain
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| sun has burnt her | coal-black hair
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| far from over | the mai
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| or else she | were alone
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| English | tongue
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| Sweet babe! | They day that I am mad
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| My heart | is far too glad
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| safe as in | a cradle
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| I pray thee | have no fear of me
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| I cannot work thee | any woe
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| fiendish daces | one, two, three
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| A fire | was once with my brain
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| Oh joy for me | that sight to see!
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| For he was here, | and only he
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| Suck, little babe, | oh suck again!
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| The breeze I see is in the tree; | It comes to cool my babe and me
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| do not | dread the waves
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| o'er the sea-rocks | edge we go
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| Without me my sweet | babe would die.
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| Bold | as a lion I will be;
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| I will always | be thy guide
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| merry as | the birds in spring
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| what if my poor | cheek be brown?
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| Dread not their taunts, | my little life!
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| I am thy father's | wedded wife
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| But he, poor man! | is wretched made
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| What wicked looks | are those I see?
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| Alas! alas! | that look so wild
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| If thou art mad, | my pretty lad
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| Thn I must be | for ever sad
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| To the | woods away!
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| And there, my babe; | we'll live for aye.
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