The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasMacmillan, 1896 |
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... Cuckoo and the Nightingale 250 Troilus and Cresida 264 1802 The Sailor's Mother 270 Alice Fell ; or , Poverty Beggars 272 276 Sequel to the Foregoing To a Butterfly 281 283 PAGE The Emigrant Mother 284 To the Cuckoo . 289 CONTENTS vii.
... Cuckoo and the Nightingale 250 Troilus and Cresida 264 1802 The Sailor's Mother 270 Alice Fell ; or , Poverty Beggars 272 276 Sequel to the Foregoing To a Butterfly 281 283 PAGE The Emigrant Mother 284 To the Cuckoo . 289 CONTENTS vii.
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William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. PAGE The Emigrant Mother 284 To the Cuckoo . 289 " My heart leaps up when I behold " 291 Written in March , while resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brothers Water . 293 The Redbreast chasing ...
William Wordsworth William Angus Knight. PAGE The Emigrant Mother 284 To the Cuckoo . 289 " My heart leaps up when I behold " 291 Written in March , while resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brothers Water . 293 The Redbreast chasing ...
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... Cuckoo and the Nightingale were included in the " Poems of Early and Late Years ( 1842 ) ; but they had been published the year before , in a small volume entitled The Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer Modernised ( London , 1841 ) , a volume to ...
... Cuckoo and the Nightingale were included in the " Poems of Early and Late Years ( 1842 ) ; but they had been published the year before , in a small volume entitled The Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer Modernised ( London , 1841 ) , a volume to ...
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... 1 1836 . For not long since was dealt the cruel blow , 1820 . 230 235 Chaucer's text is- And in a tombe of marble stoones clere Enclosed they this litel body swete . ED . THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE Translated 1801 . * -
... 1 1836 . For not long since was dealt the cruel blow , 1820 . 230 235 Chaucer's text is- And in a tombe of marble stoones clere Enclosed they this litel body swete . ED . THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE Translated 1801 . * -
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... Cuckoo and the Nightingale till he was tired . " . " Wednesday , December 9th . I read Palemon and Arcite , William writing out his alterations of Chaucer's Cuckoo and Nightingale . " The question as to whether The Cuckoo and the ...
... Cuckoo and the Nightingale till he was tired . " . " Wednesday , December 9th . I read Palemon and Arcite , William writing out his alterations of Chaucer's Cuckoo and Nightingale . " The question as to whether The Cuckoo and the ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside Barron Field beautiful behold beneath bird Bishop of Lincoln Borrowdale bower bright brook brother Brothers Water Calais Charles Lamb Chaucer cheerful child Cockermouth Coleridge Composed 1800.-Published cottage Cuckoo Daisy dear delight Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal doth Dove Cottage earth edition of 1807 Ennerdale eyes fair fear Fenwick note flowers gentle Grasmere grave green happy hast hath heard heart heaven hill lake Lamb Leonard lines living look Lyrical Ballads mind morning Mother mountains never night Nightingale o'er orchard Peter Bell pleasure poet rock round Rydal sate seen Shepherd side sight sing sister Skiddaw Sockburn song sonnet sorrow spirit spot stanza stone stood stream sweet Tale thee things thou art thought Town-end trees vale voice walk wild William wind wood word Wordsworth written wrote ΙΟ
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