The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1832 |
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... . Page 32 33 34 36 37 46 52 59 62 67 76 · 888 83 89 90 · ib . 91 · 386 93 96 99 105 Το · 149 Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room Written in very early Youth 150 ib Admonition " Beloved Vale ! " I said , " vi CONTENTS .
... . Page 32 33 34 36 37 46 52 59 62 67 76 · 888 83 89 90 · ib . 91 · 386 93 96 99 105 Το · 149 Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room Written in very early Youth 150 ib Admonition " Beloved Vale ! " I said , " vi CONTENTS .
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... Vale of Grasmere From the Italian of Michael Angelo From the Same From the Same . To the Supreme Being Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne " Weak is the will of Man , his judgment blind ...
... Vale of Grasmere From the Italian of Michael Angelo From the Same From the Same . To the Supreme Being Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne " Weak is the will of Man , his judgment blind ...
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... Vale of Grasmere . Aug. 1803 . To the Sons of Burns , after visiting the Grave of their Father · Ellen Irwin ; or the Braes of Kirtle Glen - Almain ; or , the Narrow Glen 201 202 204 - · 206 209 - 210 211 - 213 - 215 219 220 To a ...
... Vale of Grasmere . Aug. 1803 . To the Sons of Burns , after visiting the Grave of their Father · Ellen Irwin ; or the Braes of Kirtle Glen - Almain ; or , the Narrow Glen 201 202 204 - · 206 209 - 210 211 - 213 - 215 219 220 To a ...
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... Vale , I stood Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzer- land O Friend ! I know not which way I must look Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour Great Men have been among us , & c . It is not to be thought of that the ...
... Vale , I stood Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzer- land O Friend ! I know not which way I must look Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour Great Men have been among us , & c . It is not to be thought of that the ...
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... vale , and shout again , Responsive to his call , - with quivering peals , And long halloos , and screams , and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled ; concourse wild Of mirth and jocund din ! And , when it chanced That pauses of deep ...
... vale , and shout again , Responsive to his call , - with quivering peals , And long halloos , and screams , and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled ; concourse wild Of mirth and jocund din ! And , when it chanced That pauses of deep ...
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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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Adam Bruce beauty behold beneath BLACK COMB bold bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE brow Bruges Busk CALAIS calm Castle cheer clouds Clovenford Cruachan Danube dark dear deep delight doth dread dwell earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze gentle gleam grace GRASMERE grave green grove happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Lake light living lonely look Lord Lord Clifford Martha Ray meek melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mountain murmur Nature ne'er never night o'er peace pensive Peter Bell plain pleasure poor river Swale Rob Roy rocks round Scotland shade sight silent SIMPLON PASS sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spot stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thoughts Tower trees vale voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow Youth
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