Poems, in Two Volumes,Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 - 170 páginas |
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... fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention . If stately passions in me burn , And one chance look to Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure ; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life , our nature breeds ...
... fancy wrong or right ; Or stray invention . If stately passions in me burn , And one chance look to Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure ; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life , our nature breeds ...
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... fancy from a glance At thy glittering countenance . Soon as gentle breezes bring News of winter's vanishing , And the children build their bowers , Sticking ' kerchief - plots of mold All about with full - blown flowers , Thick as sheep ...
... fancy from a glance At thy glittering countenance . Soon as gentle breezes bring News of winter's vanishing , And the children build their bowers , Sticking ' kerchief - plots of mold All about with full - blown flowers , Thick as sheep ...
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... fancy thus was driven , And I with these untoward thoughts had striven , I saw a Man before me unawares : The oldest Man he seem'd that ever wore grey hairs . My course I stopped as soon as I espied The Old Man in that naked wilderness ...
... fancy thus was driven , And I with these untoward thoughts had striven , I saw a Man before me unawares : The oldest Man he seem'd that ever wore grey hairs . My course I stopped as soon as I espied The Old Man in that naked wilderness ...
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William Wordsworth. PART THE FIRST . MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . 1 . How sweet it is , when mother Fancy 1 123 2 PART THE FIRST -MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
William Wordsworth. PART THE FIRST . MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS . 1 . How sweet it is , when mother Fancy 1 123 2 PART THE FIRST -MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
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William Wordsworth. 1 . How sweet it is , when mother Fancy rocks The wayward brain , to saunter through a wood ! An old place , full of many a lovely brood , Tall trees , green arbours , and ground flowers in flocks ; And Wild rose tip ...
William Wordsworth. 1 . How sweet it is , when mother Fancy rocks The wayward brain , to saunter through a wood ! An old place , full of many a lovely brood , Tall trees , green arbours , and ground flowers in flocks ; And Wild rose tip ...
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beauty behold Binnorie Bird blessed BLIND HIGHLAND BOY bliss bower brave breath bright BROUGHAM CASTLE Busk Butterfly CALAIS Castle chear Child Clifford clouds Clovenford Creature Cuckoo dance dear delight dost doth dream earth espy eyes fair fancy fear flowers France Friend Furness Fells gentle glee glittering glory Grave grief ground happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hour human weight Jedborough Kent's green Lake land liberty live lonely look look'd Lord Lord Clifford melancholy mighty mind Mother mountain never night o'er pleas'd pleasure POEMS praise rest RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy rocks Scotland seem'd seen Shepherd shew sight silent sing sleep solitary Reaper song SONNET soul sound Spirit Star stepping westward stir strife sweet There's thine things thou art thought Traveller trees Vale vex'd voice waters WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words Yarrow Ye Men