Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 psl. |
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... look of shy distress , And maidenly shamefacedness : Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear The freedom of a Mountaineer . A face with gladness overspread ! Sweet looks , by human kindness bed ! And seemliness complete , that sways Thy ...
... look of shy distress , And maidenly shamefacedness : Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear The freedom of a Mountaineer . A face with gladness overspread ! Sweet looks , by human kindness bed ! And seemliness complete , that sways Thy ...
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... looks as if at them - but they Regard not her : -oh better wrong and strife , Better vain deeds or evil than such life ! The silent Heavens have goings - on ; The stars have tasks - but these have none ! XXII . BEGGARS . SHE had a tall ...
... looks as if at them - but they Regard not her : -oh better wrong and strife , Better vain deeds or evil than such life ! The silent Heavens have goings - on ; The stars have tasks - but these have none ! XXII . BEGGARS . SHE had a tall ...
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... look Upon the muddy water , which he conn'd , As if he had been reading in a book : And now such freedom as I could I took ; And , drawing to his side , to him did say , " This morning gives us promise of a glorious day . " A gentle ...
... look Upon the muddy water , which he conn'd , As if he had been reading in a book : And now such freedom as I could I took ; And , drawing to his side , to him did say , " This morning gives us promise of a glorious day . " A gentle ...
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... looks so old , In truth , you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and gray . Not higher than a two years ' child It stands erect , this aged Thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ; It is a ...
... looks so old , In truth , you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young , It looks so old and gray . Not higher than a two years ' child It stands erect , this aged Thorn ; No leaves it has , no thorny points ; It is a ...
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... looks were calm , her senses clear . No more I know , I wish I did , And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of this poor There's none that ever knew : child And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ...
... looks were calm , her senses clear . No more I know , I wish I did , And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of this poor There's none that ever knew : child And if a child was born or no , There's no one that could ever tell ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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