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Abbott adjective adverb Aeneid allusion anapaest ancient applied ballad beautiful Book called Chaucer cognate Coleridge Collins comp Comus couplet death denotes doth Dryden earth Elegy Elizabethan English epithet expression eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Faerie Queene favourite flowers French goddess Golden Treasury Gray Gray's Greek hath heart heaven hence Horace Hymn Nat iambic Il Pens Il Penseroso Keats King L'Alleg L'Allegro Lady Latin light lines Lycidas lyric meaning melancholy Metre Milton Muse Nature night noun original Palgrave Paradise Lost participle passage passion Pens Penseroso phrase Pindaric poem poet poet's poetical poetry probably Queen reference rhymes says Scottish seems sense Shakespeare SHAKESPEARE'S Sonnets Shelley Shelley's sing sleep song soul sound speaks Spenser spirit stanza star sweet syllable Tennyson thee thou thought Tovey trochaic trochee verb verse Virgil wind word Wordsworth written wrote Yarrow دو وو
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