The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... grace of motion that might scarcely seem Inferior to angelical , prolong Their curious pastime ! shaping in mid air ( And sometimes with ambitious wing that soars High as the level of the mountain tops ) A circuit ampler than the lake ...
... grace of motion that might scarcely seem Inferior to angelical , prolong Their curious pastime ! shaping in mid air ( And sometimes with ambitious wing that soars High as the level of the mountain tops ) A circuit ampler than the lake ...
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... Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy . The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round , And beauty born of murmuring sound ...
... Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy . The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round , And beauty born of murmuring sound ...
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... grace ! Associates in that eager chase ; Ye , by a course to nature true , The sterner judgment can subdue ; And waken a relenting smile When she encounters fraud or guile ; And sometimes ye can charm away The inward mischief , or allay ...
... grace ! Associates in that eager chase ; Ye , by a course to nature true , The sterner judgment can subdue ; And waken a relenting smile When she encounters fraud or guile ; And sometimes ye can charm away The inward mischief , or allay ...
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... grace hath crowned thy prayer , Laodamía ! that at Jove's command Thy Husband walks the paths of upper air : He comes to tarry with thee three hours ' space ; Accept the gift , behold him face to face ! " Forth sprang the impassioned ...
... grace hath crowned thy prayer , Laodamía ! that at Jove's command Thy Husband walks the paths of upper air : He comes to tarry with thee three hours ' space ; Accept the gift , behold him face to face ! " Forth sprang the impassioned ...
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... grace , Brought from a pensive though a happy place . - - He spake of love , such love as Spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away no strife to heal The past unsighed for , and the future sure ...
... grace , Brought from a pensive though a happy place . - - He spake of love , such love as Spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away no strife to heal The past unsighed for , and the future sure ...
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