Wordsworth: An Introduction and a SelectionPhoenix House, 1949 - 238 psl. |
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... Heaven forgive me , Luke , If I judge ill for thee , but it seems good That thou shouldst go . ' At this the old Man paused ; Then , pointing to the stones near which they stood , Thus , after a short silence , he resumed : " This was a ...
... Heaven forgive me , Luke , If I judge ill for thee , but it seems good That thou shouldst go . ' At this the old Man paused ; Then , pointing to the stones near which they stood , Thus , after a short silence , he resumed : " This was a ...
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... heaven . ' Not twenty years ago , but you I think Can scarcely bear it now in mind , there came Two blighting seasons , when the fields were left With half a harvest . It pleased Heaven to add A worse affliction in the plague of war ...
... heaven . ' Not twenty years ago , but you I think Can scarcely bear it now in mind , there came Two blighting seasons , when the fields were left With half a harvest . It pleased Heaven to add A worse affliction in the plague of war ...
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... heaven ! For I must tread on shadowy ground , must sink Deep - and , aloft ascending , breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil . All strength - all terror , single or in bands , That ever was put forth in personal ...
... heaven ! For I must tread on shadowy ground , must sink Deep - and , aloft ascending , breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil . All strength - all terror , single or in bands , That ever was put forth in personal ...
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babe beauty behold beneath Beside birds blessed bower breath bright Busk calm cheerful child clouds Cockermouth cottage Creature dead dear delight door doth dwelling earth fair Father fear feel flowers Friend gentle Grasmere green grove happy hath Hawkshead head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human John Wordsworth Kilve light live lonely look Luke Lyrical Ballads Martha Ray mind moon morning mountain Nature never night NORMAN NICHOLSON Norsemen o'er pain passed Peter Bell pleasure poems poet poor river Swale rocks round Rylstone sate Scafell Pike seemed shade Shepherd sight silent Silurian Simon Lee sing Skiddaw Slate solitary solitude sorrow soul sound spirit stars stone stood stream sweet tale tears thee things thou thoughts Tintern Abbey trees turned Twill Vale voice wandering wild wind Windermere woods words Wordsworth Yarrow Youth