Poems,: In Two Volumes,Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure ; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life , our nature breeds ; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure . When , smitten by the morning ray , I see 4.
... Thee should turn , I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure ; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life , our nature breeds ; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure . When , smitten by the morning ray , I see 4.
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In Two Volumes, William Wordsworth. When , smitten by the morning ray , I see thee rise alert and gay , Then , chearful Flower ! my spirits play With kindred motion : At dusk , I've seldom mark'd thee press The ground , as if in ...
In Two Volumes, William Wordsworth. When , smitten by the morning ray , I see thee rise alert and gay , Then , chearful Flower ! my spirits play With kindred motion : At dusk , I've seldom mark'd thee press The ground , as if in ...
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... when the day's begun As morning Leveret , Thou long the Poet's praise shalt gain ; Thou wilt be more belov'd by men In times to come ; thou not in vain Art Nature's Favorite . LOUIS A. I met Louisa in the shade ; And 6.
... when the day's begun As morning Leveret , Thou long the Poet's praise shalt gain ; Thou wilt be more belov'd by men In times to come ; thou not in vain Art Nature's Favorite . LOUIS A. I met Louisa in the shade ; And 6.
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... His beautiful wings in crimson are drest , A brother he seems of thine own : If thou would'st be happy in thy nest , O pious Bird ! whom Man loves best , Love him , or leave him alone ! THE SAILOR's MOTHER . One morning ( raw it was 18.
... His beautiful wings in crimson are drest , A brother he seems of thine own : If thou would'st be happy in thy nest , O pious Bird ! whom Man loves best , Love him , or leave him alone ! THE SAILOR's MOTHER . One morning ( raw it was 18.
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In Two Volumes, William Wordsworth. THE SAILOR's MOTHER . One morning ( raw it was and wet , A foggy day in winter time ) A Woman in the road I met , Not old , though something past her prime : Majestic in her person , tall and straight ...
In Two Volumes, William Wordsworth. THE SAILOR's MOTHER . One morning ( raw it was and wet , A foggy day in winter time ) A Woman in the road I met , Not old , though something past her prime : Majestic in her person , tall and straight ...
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answer'd Art thou beauty beneath Bird blast bold bowers breath bright Brother CALAIS call thee calm Celandine Chaise chearful Child Cloak clouds Creature dead Dear delight doth drest Dundee earth EGREMONT CASTLE England espy eyes face Faery fair fancy fear Fleet Street flowers France Friend gentle glittering glorious glory Glow-worm grief ground happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hither honour Horn hour Hubert land Liberty living melancholy mighty mind moor morning mountain mournfully never night o'er pleas'd pleasure Pond praise Rill rock sate seem'd SEVEN SISTERS Shepherd sight silent Sing Sir Eustace Sir Philip Sydney Sleep Solitude of Binnorie SONNET sorrow soul sound Spirit Star stir sweet Tarn thine things Thou art Thou dost Thou hast thought Traveller Twas utter'd Vale vex'd voice wind wood words Ye Men youth
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