the poetical works of william wordsworth |
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... spake with such a tone , That I almost received her heart into my own . " THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ; OR , DUNGEON - GHYLL FORCE . * A PASTORAL . I. THE valley rings with mirth and joy ; Among the hills the echoes play A never , never ...
... spake with such a tone , That I almost received her heart into my own . " THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ; OR , DUNGEON - GHYLL FORCE . * A PASTORAL . I. THE valley rings with mirth and joy ; Among the hills the echoes play A never , never ...
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... spake the homely priest of Ennerdale . It was a July evening ; and he sate Upon the long stone seat beneath the eaves Of his old cottage , -as it chanced , that day , Employ'd in winter's work . Upon the stone His wife sat near him ...
... spake the homely priest of Ennerdale . It was a July evening ; and he sate Upon the long stone seat beneath the eaves Of his old cottage , -as it chanced , that day , Employ'd in winter's work . Upon the stone His wife sat near him ...
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... spake the English tongue And bore a soldier's name ; And , when America was free From battle and from jeopardy , He ' cross the ocean came . With hues of genius on his cheek , In finest tones the youth could speak . -While he was yet a ...
... spake the English tongue And bore a soldier's name ; And , when America was free From battle and from jeopardy , He ' cross the ocean came . With hues of genius on his cheek , In finest tones the youth could speak . -While he was yet a ...
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... spake of plants divine and strange That every hour their blossoms change , Ten thousand lovely hues ! With budding , fading , faded flowers , They stand the wonder of the bowers , From morn to evening dews . He told of the magnolia ...
... spake of plants divine and strange That every hour their blossoms change , Ten thousand lovely hues ! With budding , fading , faded flowers , They stand the wonder of the bowers , From morn to evening dews . He told of the magnolia ...
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... spake to me Of shepherds , dwellers in the valleys , men Whom I already loved - not verily For their own sakes , but for the fields and hills Where was their occupation and abode . And hence this tale , while I was yet a boy Careless of ...
... spake to me Of shepherds , dwellers in the valleys , men Whom I already loved - not verily For their own sakes , but for the fields and hills Where was their occupation and abode . And hence this tale , while I was yet a boy Careless of ...
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