The Sonnets of William WordsworthJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 285 страница |
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... Glory to that eternal Peace is paid , Who such divinity to thee imparts As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts . His hope is treacherous only whose love dies With beauty , which is varying every hour ; But in chaste hearts ...
... Glory to that eternal Peace is paid , Who such divinity to thee imparts As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts . His hope is treacherous only whose love dies With beauty , which is varying every hour ; But in chaste hearts ...
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... glory , for the strife is hard ! -ww FROM the dark chambers of dejection freed , Spurning the unprofitable yoke of care , Rise , GILLIES , rise : the gales of youth shall bear Thy genius forward like a winged steed . Though bold ...
... glory , for the strife is hard ! -ww FROM the dark chambers of dejection freed , Spurning the unprofitable yoke of care , Rise , GILLIES , rise : the gales of youth shall bear Thy genius forward like a winged steed . Though bold ...
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... glory , from their height decline , Depressed ; and then extinguished : and our state , In this , how different , lost Star , from thine , That no to - morrow shall our beams restore ! I HEARD ( alas ! ' twas only in a 22 MISCELLANEOUS ...
... glory , from their height decline , Depressed ; and then extinguished : and our state , In this , how different , lost Star , from thine , That no to - morrow shall our beams restore ! I HEARD ( alas ! ' twas only in a 22 MISCELLANEOUS ...
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... to hide , Approached this glory of the firmament ; Who meekly yields , and is obscured - content With one calm triumph of a modest pride . Snowdrops WHEN haughty expectations prostrate lie , in the Storm MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 29.
... to hide , Approached this glory of the firmament ; Who meekly yields , and is obscured - content With one calm triumph of a modest pride . Snowdrops WHEN haughty expectations prostrate lie , in the Storm MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS 29.
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... glory while his Master's hand Lies fixed for ages on his conscious neck ; But by the Chieftain's look , though at his side Hangs that day's treasured sword , how firm a check 1840 Is given to triumph and all human pride ! Yon trophied ...
... glory while his Master's hand Lies fixed for ages on his conscious neck ; But by the Chieftain's look , though at his side Hangs that day's treasured sword , how firm a check 1840 Is given to triumph and all human pride ! Yon trophied ...
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ancient art thou aught beauty behold blest bold bowers breath bright brow Calais calm cheer Church clouds Cocytus crown dares dark dear death divine doom doth dread dream Duddon earth England eternal faith Fancy fear flowers gaze gleam glory grace green hand haply hath heart Heaven hill holy honour hope human land Liberty light live meek mighty mind morn mortal Mosgiel mountains Muse Nature Nature's Nursling o'er pain peace pensive Poet praise proud pure rapture Rhine Rill Rome round sacred Saragossa Sarah Hutchinson scorn shame shine sigh sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile smooth soft Sonnets sorrow soul sovereign hill spirit Staffa stars Stream sweet sword tears thee thine things thou thought Tower of Refuge towers truth ULPHA vale voice WANSFELL wild William Wordsworth wind wing words Ye men youth
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