The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a Memoir : Seven Volumes in Three, Bind 1Hurd and Houghton, 1878 - 577 sider |
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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 ...
Side 325
... Betty Foy Has on the well - girt saddle set ( The like was never heard of yet ) Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge and through the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To ...
... Betty Foy Has on the well - girt saddle set ( The like was never heard of yet ) Him whom she loves , her Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge and through the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To ...
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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 ...
Side 339
... joy . She pats the Pony , where or when She knows not , happy Betty Foy ! The little Pony glad may be , But he is milder far than she , You hardly can perceive his joy . " O Johnny ! never mind the Doctor ; You've THE IDIOT BOY . 339.
... joy . She pats the Pony , where or when She knows not , happy Betty Foy ! The little Pony glad may be , But he is milder far than she , You hardly can perceive his joy . " O Johnny ! never mind the Doctor ; You've THE IDIOT BOY . 339.
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arms babe beneath Betty Foy bird blessed bower breast breath bright calm cheer child clouds coloring of night cottage dark dead dear deep delight door doth earth ELDRED Elea Ennerdale eyes face fair fancy father fear feel flowers gone Grasmere grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven HERBERT hills hope hour Idon Idonea Kilve Lacy Leonard light living look Lord Clifford Lyrical Ballads MARMADUKE Milton mas mind moon mother mountain nature never night o'er Oswald pain passed peace pleasure poems poet poor rest rill rocks round Salisbury Plain seemed shade side sight silent Simplon Pass sleep song soul sound spirit spot stars stream Sugh sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees vale voice ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods words Wordsworth Youth