The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1827 |
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... Sweet silent Creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , B 5 TO THE DAISY . 9.
... Sweet silent Creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , B 5 TO THE DAISY . 9.
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William Wordsworth. XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , whose home is every where ! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care , And oft , the long year through , the heir Of joy or sorrow , Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord ...
William Wordsworth. XV . TO THE SAME FLOWER . BRIGHT flower , whose home is every where ! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care , And oft , the long year through , the heir Of joy or sorrow , Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord ...
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... bright ! How glorious to this Orchard - ground ! Who loved the little Rock , and set Upon its head this Coronet ? Was it the humour of a Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd ...
... bright ! How glorious to this Orchard - ground ! Who loved the little Rock , and set Upon its head this Coronet ? Was it the humour of a Child ? Or rather of some love - sick Maid , Whose brows , the day that she was styled The Shepherd ...
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... knowing Sprite , " Nor think the Harp her lot deplores ; " Though mid the stars the Lyre shines bright , " Love stoops as fondly as he soars . " XXVI . ADDRESS TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER , ON BEING C 6 THE WORK OF E. M. S. 35.
... knowing Sprite , " Nor think the Harp her lot deplores ; " Though mid the stars the Lyre shines bright , " Love stoops as fondly as he soars . " XXVI . ADDRESS TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER , ON BEING C 6 THE WORK OF E. M. S. 35.
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... bright Star , The second glory of the heavens ? Thou hast : - Already hast survived that great decay ; That transformation through the wide earth felt , And by all nations . In that Being's sight From whom the Race of human kind proceed ...
... bright Star , The second glory of the heavens ? Thou hast : - Already hast survived that great decay ; That transformation through the wide earth felt , And by all nations . In that Being's sight From whom the Race of human kind proceed ...
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth– With a Memoir : Seven ..., 2 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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admiration Babe beauty behold beneath Bird BLACK COMB blood bower breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE calm cheer Child clouds Countess of Pembroke dark dear deep delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers genius gentle gleam glow-worm Goody Blake GRASMERE green grove happy Harry Gill hath head heard heart Heaven Helvellyn hill hour human Laodamia live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray mind moon mortal mountain murmur nature never night o'er oh misery Ossian pain Paradise Lost pensive Peter Bell pleasure Poem Poet poetry poor praise Rill river rocks round seems shade Shakspeare sight silent sing sleep song Sonnet soul sound spirit stars stood stream Swale sweet thee thine thing Thorn thou thoughts Threlkeld trees Twas vale voice wandering ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods Youth
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