The Poems of William WordsworthE. Moxon, 1849 - 619 psl. |
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... fields , . How clear , how keen , how marvellously bright Composed during a Storm . To a Snow - drop To the Lady Mary Lowther To Lady Beaumont There is a pleasure in poetic pains The Shepherd , looking eastward , softly said When ...
... fields , . How clear , how keen , how marvellously bright Composed during a Storm . To a Snow - drop To the Lady Mary Lowther To Lady Beaumont There is a pleasure in poetic pains The Shepherd , looking eastward , softly said When ...
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... fields his steps are led , An unknown power connects him with the dead : For images of other worlds are there ; Awful the light , and holy is the air . Fitfully , and in flashes , through his soul , Like sun - lit tempests , troubled ...
... fields his steps are led , An unknown power connects him with the dead : For images of other worlds are there ; Awful the light , and holy is the air . Fitfully , and in flashes , through his soul , Like sun - lit tempests , troubled ...
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... fields : Five streams of ice amid her cots descend , And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend ; - A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever - vernal plains ; Here all the seasons revel hand in ...
... fields : Five streams of ice amid her cots descend , And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend ; - A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever - vernal plains ; Here all the seasons revel hand in ...
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... fields peculiar , and peculiar skies . Yes , as I roamed where Loiret's waters glide Through rustling aspens heard from side to side , When from October clouds a milder light Fell where the blue flood rippled into white ; Methought from ...
... fields peculiar , and peculiar skies . Yes , as I roamed where Loiret's waters glide Through rustling aspens heard from side to side , When from October clouds a milder light Fell where the blue flood rippled into white ; Methought from ...
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... fields before us , and our native shore , We breathed a pestilential air , that made In wood or wilderness , in camp or town , It would unman the firmest heart to hear . All perished - all in one remorseless year , Husband and children ...
... fields before us , and our native shore , We breathed a pestilential air , that made In wood or wilderness , in camp or town , It would unman the firmest heart to hear . All perished - all in one remorseless year , Husband and children ...
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