The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasG. Bell & Sons, 1892 |
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... hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; 40 Some steady love ; some brief delight ; Some memory 16 WORDSWORTH'S ...
... hand , to scare His melancholy . A hundred times , by rock or bower , Ere thus I have lain couched an hour , Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension ; 40 Some steady love ; some brief delight ; Some memory 16 WORDSWORTH'S ...
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... hands And suit their slender lays . Some , still more delicate of ear , Have lutes ( believe my words ) Whose framework is of gossamer , While sunbeams are the chords . Gay Sylphs this miniature will court , Made vocal by their brushing ...
... hands And suit their slender lays . Some , still more delicate of ear , Have lutes ( believe my words ) Whose framework is of gossamer , While sunbeams are the chords . Gay Sylphs this miniature will court , Made vocal by their brushing ...
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... hand She says , in faint words by sighs broken , Bear for me to my native land 35 This precious Flower , true love's last token . 40 . XX . 1845. ( ? ) GLAD sight wherever new with old Is joined through some dear homeborn tie ; The life ...
... hand She says , in faint words by sighs broken , Bear for me to my native land 35 This precious Flower , true love's last token . 40 . XX . 1845. ( ? ) GLAD sight wherever new with old Is joined through some dear homeborn tie ; The life ...
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... hands On barbarous plunder bent , 50 55 60 Rest , Mother - bird ! and when thy young 65 Take flight , and thou art free to roam , When withered is the guardian Flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prospered , thou and thine ...
... hands On barbarous plunder bent , 50 55 60 Rest , Mother - bird ! and when thy young 65 Take flight , and thou art free to roam , When withered is the guardian Flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prospered , thou and thine ...
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... hand be seen , Thy hand here sprinkling tiny flowers , That , as they touch the green , Take root ( so seems it ) and look up In honour of their Queen . Yet , sooth , those little starry specks , That not in vain aspired To be ...
... hand be seen , Thy hand here sprinkling tiny flowers , That , as they touch the green , Take root ( so seems it ) and look up In honour of their Queen . Yet , sooth , those little starry specks , That not in vain aspired To be ...
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Alfoxden Barron Field beauty behold beneath Benjamin bird BLACK COMB bower breast breath breeze bright calm changes of text cheer clouds Coleorton creature Cuckoo dancing Dated by Wordsworth dear delight doth earth fair fancy fear flowers gentle gleams grace Grasmere green groves happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill Laodamia light lines living lonely look Loughrigg Fell mind morning mortal mountain nature never night o'er Peter Bell pleasure poem poor present text previously published 1807 reading replaced river Swale rocks round Rydal Mount S. T. Coleridge Sara Coleridge seen shade side sight silent sing song soul sound spirit spring stanza stars stood stream sweet Text unchanged thee thine things thou thoughts trees vale verses voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods words Written at Rydal ΙΟ
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