The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 7 tomasWilliam Paterson, 1885 |
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Ambleside ancient aught beauty bird Bishop blest Bothwell Castle bowers breath bright brow cheer Christian Church clouds Coleorton Comp Compare crown dear divine Dorothy Wordsworth doth dread earth England fair faith Fancy fear feel Fenwick note flowers Forum Trajanum gentle George Beaumont gleam grace Grasmere hand happy hath heard heart Heaven Henry Reed hill holy hope Isle King Lady Beaumont light living look Lord meek memory mind morn mountain Muse Nature night o'er passed peace Penrith poem prayer proud Rhine river Derwent river Mynach Roman round Rydal Mount sacred scorn shade sigh smile smooth soft song Sonnet soul spirit spread St Bees stanza stars stone stream sweet tears thee thou thought towers Trajan Trajan's Column trees truth vale verse voice Wicliffe wild wind wings Wishing-gate words Written at Rydal
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