Memoirs of William Wordsworth, 1 tomasTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 |
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... heart in his life , and his life found a voice in his poetry.1 It is very necessary that Posterity should be assured of this , in order that it may have a firmer faith in his princi- ples . And no such guarantee can be given of his ...
... heart in his life , and his life found a voice in his poetry.1 It is very necessary that Posterity should be assured of this , in order that it may have a firmer faith in his princi- ples . And no such guarantee can be given of his ...
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... heart failed . Upon another occasion , while I was at my grandfather's house at Penrith , along with my eldest brother , Richard , we were whipping tops together in the large drawing - room , on which the carpet was only laid down upon ...
... heart failed . Upon another occasion , while I was at my grandfather's house at Penrith , along with my eldest brother , Richard , we were whipping tops together in the large drawing - room , on which the carpet was only laid down upon ...
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... hearts To the mild influence of the finer arts ; Quick to the secret grotto they retire To court majestic truth , or wake the golden lyre ; By generous Emulation taught to rise , The seats of learning brave the distant skies . Then ...
... hearts To the mild influence of the finer arts ; Quick to the secret grotto they retire To court majestic truth , or wake the golden lyre ; By generous Emulation taught to rise , The seats of learning brave the distant skies . Then ...
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... heart the tender tear to flow ; If Pleasure's soothing song thy soul entice , Or all the gaudy pomp of splendid Vice , Arise superior to the Siren's power , The wretch , the short - lived vision of an hour ; Soon fades her cheek , her ...
... heart the tender tear to flow ; If Pleasure's soothing song thy soul entice , Or all the gaudy pomp of splendid Vice , Arise superior to the Siren's power , The wretch , the short - lived vision of an hour ; Soon fades her cheek , her ...
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... hearts , is no where more gracefully and sweetly expressed than in the two following sonnets , hitherto unpublished , addressed to the same friend for whom the lower terrace was formed : On a Portrait of I. F. , painted by Margaret ...
... hearts , is no where more gracefully and sweetly expressed than in the two following sonnets , hitherto unpublished , addressed to the same friend for whom the lower terrace was formed : On a Portrait of I. F. , painted by Margaret ...
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Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D. C. L. Christopher Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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