Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author : with Additional Poems, a New Preface, and a Supplementary EssayLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 - 527 psl. |
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... . The Knight , Sir Walter , died in course of time , And his bones lie in his paternal vale.— But there is matter for a second rhyme , And I to this would add another tale . PART SECOND . THE moving accident is not my trade 52.
... . The Knight , Sir Walter , died in course of time , And his bones lie in his paternal vale.— But there is matter for a second rhyme , And I to this would add another tale . PART SECOND . THE moving accident is not my trade 52.
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... vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ...
... vale He died , this seat his only monument . If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure , Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know , that pride , Howe'er disguised in its own majesty , Is littleness ...
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... vale and hill , Are faces that attest the same ; And kindle , like a fire new stirr'd , At sound of ROB ROY's name . VOL . II . H IV . A POET'S EPITAPH . ART thou a Statesman 97 And, far and near, through vale and hill...
... vale and hill , Are faces that attest the same ; And kindle , like a fire new stirr'd , At sound of ROB ROY's name . VOL . II . H IV . A POET'S EPITAPH . ART thou a Statesman 97 And, far and near, through vale and hill...
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... vale ; And then she sang ; -she would have been A very nightingale . " Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . " And , turning from her grave , I met ...
... vale ; And then she sang ; -she would have been A very nightingale . " Six feet in earth my Emma lay ; And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . " And , turning from her grave , I met ...
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... vale this water steers , How merrily it goes ! " Twill murmur on a thousand years , And flow as now it flows . " And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this Fountain's brink ...
... vale this water steers , How merrily it goes ! " Twill murmur on a thousand years , And flow as now it flows . " And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this Fountain's brink ...
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beauty behold beneath birds Black Comb blessed bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk CALAIS calm cheer Child Clifford clouds Coleorton Countess of Pembroke dark dear delight doth dream earth fair fear feelings fields Flower Friend Grasmere grave green grove happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour human labour language live lofty look Lord Clifford Martha Ray metre metrical mighty mind morning mountain murmur nature never o'er objects oh misery pain passion PEEL CASTLE pleasure Poems Poet poetic diction Poetry poor praise pride prose Reader Rob Roy rock round Shepherd sight silent Simon Lee sing Skiddaw sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stone strife sweet thee thine things Thorn thou art thought trees truth Twill Vale verse voice waters wild wind wood words Yarrow Ye Men youth
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