The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, 2 tomasG. Bell & Sons, 1892 |
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... that she had made of Flowers in the Island of Madeira Glad sight wherever new with old The Contrast . The Parrot and the Wren . The Danish Boy . A Fragment . 228 32 33 35 · 36 37 39 Song for the Wandering Jew Stray Pleasures . · The.
... that she had made of Flowers in the Island of Madeira Glad sight wherever new with old The Contrast . The Parrot and the Wren . The Danish Boy . A Fragment . 228 32 33 35 · 36 37 39 Song for the Wandering Jew Stray Pleasures . · The.
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William Wordsworth Edward Dowden. Song for the Wandering Jew Stray Pleasures . · The Pilgrim's Dream ; or , the Star and the Glow - worm · The Poet and the Caged Turtledove A Wren's Nest Love lies Bleeding Companion to the foregoing ...
William Wordsworth Edward Dowden. Song for the Wandering Jew Stray Pleasures . · The Pilgrim's Dream ; or , the Star and the Glow - worm · The Poet and the Caged Turtledove A Wren's Nest Love lies Bleeding Companion to the foregoing ...
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... wandering bird of Paradise . Faithful , though swift as lightning , the meek dove ; Yet more hath Nature reconciled in thee ; So constant with thy downward eye of love , Yet , in aërial singleness , so free ; So humble , yet so ready to ...
... wandering bird of Paradise . Faithful , though swift as lightning , the meek dove ; Yet more hath Nature reconciled in thee ; So constant with thy downward eye of love , Yet , in aërial singleness , so free ; So humble , yet so ready to ...
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... his thoughts are far ; And yet he warbles songs of war , That seem like songs of love , For calm and gentle is his mien ; Like a dead Boy he is serene . 55 1799 . XXIII . SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW . THOUGH the 40 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... his thoughts are far ; And yet he warbles songs of war , That seem like songs of love , For calm and gentle is his mien ; Like a dead Boy he is serene . 55 1799 . XXIII . SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW . THOUGH the 40 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... . The fleet Ostrich , till day closes , Vagrant over desert sands , Brooding on her eggs reposes When chill night that care demands . 5 10 15 20 Day and night my toils redouble , Never nearer to SONG . 41 Song for the Wandering.
... . The fleet Ostrich , till day closes , Vagrant over desert sands , Brooding on her eggs reposes When chill night that care demands . 5 10 15 20 Day and night my toils redouble , Never nearer to SONG . 41 Song for the Wandering.
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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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