The Excursion; a PoemEdward Moxon, 1836 - 374 psl. |
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... silent looks of happy things , Or flowing from the universal face Of earth and sky . But he had felt the power Of Nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love which he , Whom ...
... silent looks of happy things , Or flowing from the universal face Of earth and sky . But he had felt the power Of Nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love which he , Whom ...
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... silent stars ! Oft did he take delight To measure the altitude of some tall crag That is the eagle's birth - place , or some peak Familiar with forgotten years , that shows Inscribed , as with the silence of the thought , Upon its bleak ...
... silent stars ! Oft did he take delight To measure the altitude of some tall crag That is the eagle's birth - place , or some peak Familiar with forgotten years , that shows Inscribed , as with the silence of the thought , Upon its bleak ...
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... silent suffering , hardly clothed In bodily form . - But without further bidding I will proceed . While thus it fared with them , To whom this cottage , till those hapless years , Had been a blessed home , it was my chance To travel in ...
... silent suffering , hardly clothed In bodily form . - But without further bidding I will proceed . While thus it fared with them , To whom this cottage , till those hapless years , Had been a blessed home , it was my chance To travel in ...
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... The sun was sinking in the west ; and now I sate with sad impatience . From within Her solitary infant cried aloud ; Then , like a blast that dies away self - stilled , The voice was silent . From the bench I rose THE WANDERER . 29.
... The sun was sinking in the west ; and now I sate with sad impatience . From within Her solitary infant cried aloud ; Then , like a blast that dies away self - stilled , The voice was silent . From the bench I rose THE WANDERER . 29.
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William Wordsworth. The voice was silent . From the bench I rose ; But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts . The spot , though fair , was very desolate- The longer I remained , more desolate : And , looking round me , now I first ...
William Wordsworth. The voice was silent . From the bench I rose ; But neither could divert nor soothe my thoughts . The spot , though fair , was very desolate- The longer I remained , more desolate : And , looking round me , now I first ...
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age to age aught baptismal font beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful clouds cottage course dark dead death delight doth dwell earth epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields firmament of heaven flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality labour less light living lofty lonely look mind mortal mountain muse nature nature's o'er pains passed Pastor peace pensive pity pleased pleasure praise pure rest rill rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage nations seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude sorrow soul sound spake spirit spot stood stream sublime sunbeam tender things thoughts trees truth turned twas vale Vicar virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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