Dorothy Wordsworth; the Story of a Sister's LoveDodd, Mead, 1887 - 226 psl. |
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... green fields Could they have known her , would have loved ; methought Her very presence such a sweetness breathed , That flowers , and trees , and even the silent hills , And every thing she looked on , should have had An intimation how ...
... green fields Could they have known her , would have loved ; methought Her very presence such a sweetness breathed , That flowers , and trees , and even the silent hills , And every thing she looked on , should have had An intimation how ...
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... green meadows , hardly ever intersected with hedgerows , but scattered over with trees . The hills that cradle these valleys are either covered with fern and bilberries , or oak woods , which are cut for charcoal . . . . Walks extend ...
... green meadows , hardly ever intersected with hedgerows , but scattered over with trees . The hills that cradle these valleys are either covered with fern and bilberries , or oak woods , which are cut for charcoal . . . . Walks extend ...
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... green field . " My sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine ) , Now that our morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . " Edward will come with you — and , pray , Put on with speed your woodland ...
... green field . " My sister ! ( ' tis a wish of mine ) , Now that our morning meal is done , Make haste , your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun . " Edward will come with you — and , pray , Put on with speed your woodland ...
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... green pastoral landscape , were to me More dear , both for themselves and for thy sake ! " - Although Coleridge was at this time married , his wife does not seem to have entered very warmly into his pursuits — not , indeed , with the ...
... green pastoral landscape , were to me More dear , both for themselves and for thy sake ! " - Although Coleridge was at this time married , his wife does not seem to have entered very warmly into his pursuits — not , indeed , with the ...
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... green knoll set like an island among the gray bowlders , each belt of mountain wood , each purple rift , each shadowed pass , slope and gully , and ghyll and scaur - we could count them all glistening in the sun , or clear and tender in ...
... green knoll set like an island among the gray bowlders , each belt of mountain wood , each purple rift , each shadowed pass , slope and gully , and ghyll and scaur - we could count them all glistening in the sun , or clear and tender in ...
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