The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... Lord Clifford , the Shepherd , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors Yes , it was the mountain Echo To a Sky - Lark It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown French Revolution , as it appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commencement ...
... Lord Clifford , the Shepherd , to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors Yes , it was the mountain Echo To a Sky - Lark It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown French Revolution , as it appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commencement ...
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... LORD CLIFFORD , THE SHEPHERD , TO THE ESTATES AND HONOURS OF HIS ANCESTORS . HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song . The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that ...
... LORD CLIFFORD , THE SHEPHERD , TO THE ESTATES AND HONOURS OF HIS ANCESTORS . HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate , And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song . The words of ancient time I thus translate , A festal Strain that ...
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... Lord , A Clifford to his own restored ! - 66 They came with banner , spear , and shield ; And it was proved in Bosworth - field . Not long the Avenger was withstood Earth helped him with the cry of blood : St. George was for us , and ...
... Lord , A Clifford to his own restored ! - 66 They came with banner , spear , and shield ; And it was proved in Bosworth - field . Not long the Avenger was withstood Earth helped him with the cry of blood : St. George was for us , and ...
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... Lord of land and sea , Stooped down to pay him fealty ; And both the undying fish that swim Through Bowscale Tarn ... Clifford calls ; 88 SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE . ' G 4 OF BROUGHAM CASTLE . 87.
... Lord of land and sea , Stooped down to pay him fealty ; And both the undying fish that swim Through Bowscale Tarn ... Clifford calls ; 88 SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE . ' G 4 OF BROUGHAM CASTLE . 87.
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... Lord was honoured more and more ; And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . XXXI . YES , it was the mountain Echo ,
... Lord was honoured more and more ; And , ages after he was laid in earth , " The Good Lord Clifford " was the name he bore . XXXI . YES , it was the mountain Echo ,
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