The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 5 tomasW. Paterson, 1884 |
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“The” Poetical Works of William Wordsworth– Volume 5th, 5 tomas William Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1884 |
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Alfoxden Ambleside ancient appeared beauty behold beneath Blea Tarn Borrowdale breath bright Cephisus cheerful churchyard clouds Compare cottage course dark death delight descend doth dwell earth epitaph Excursion fear feel Fenwick note flowers frame Friend Grasmere grave green grove hand happy hath Hawkshead heard heart heaven HENRY REED hills hope human humble John Gough labour Langdale Langdale Pikes less Little Langdale lived lofty lonely look Loughrigg Fell mind mortal mountain nature nature's o'er passed Pastor Pausanias peace pity pleasure poem pure rest rocks round Rydal Mount sate seat seen shade side sight silent Solitary solitude sorrow soul spake spirit stone stood stream Taranis tender things thought Tintern Abbey trees truth turned vale voice walk Wanderer whence Whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wish woods words Wordsworth youth
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46 psl. - Oh, sir, the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
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19 psl. - Urania,* I shall need Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such Descend to earth or dwell in highest 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...
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