The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 8Macmillan, 1896 |
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... Thought The Widow on Windermere Side 88 89 1838 To the Planet Venus . " Hark ! ' tis the Thrush , undaunted , undeprest " ' Tis He whose yester - evening's high disdain " Composed at Rydal on May Morning , 1838 . Composed on a May ...
... Thought The Widow on Windermere Side 88 89 1838 To the Planet Venus . " Hark ! ' tis the Thrush , undaunted , undeprest " ' Tis He whose yester - evening's high disdain " Composed at Rydal on May Morning , 1838 . Composed on a May ...
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... thought to the subject , and soon forgot all about it . " Yours very sincerely , " AUBREY DE VERE . " It was in compliance with Mr. Aubrey de Vere's request PREFATORY NOTE xxi Memorials of a Tour in Italy, 1837, Continued— At Florence ...
... thought to the subject , and soon forgot all about it . " Yours very sincerely , " AUBREY DE VERE . " It was in compliance with Mr. Aubrey de Vere's request PREFATORY NOTE xxi Memorials of a Tour in Italy, 1837, Continued— At Florence ...
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... thought Be with some lover far away , or one Crossed by misfortune , or of doubted faith ? Inapt conjecture ! Childhood here , a moon Crescent in simple loveliness serene , Has but approached the gates of womanhood , Not entered them ...
... thought Be with some lover far away , or one Crossed by misfortune , or of doubted faith ? Inapt conjecture ! Childhood here , a moon Crescent in simple loveliness serene , Has but approached the gates of womanhood , Not entered them ...
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... thought And feeling , suited to the place and time 5 1 1845 . Of Friends , however humble , scorn not one : 1835 . 2 1837 . 1835 . Countess of But , for his own satisfaction , he must be allowed thus publicly to acknow- ledge the ...
... thought And feeling , suited to the place and time 5 1 1845 . Of Friends , however humble , scorn not one : 1835 . 2 1837 . 1835 . Countess of But , for his own satisfaction , he must be allowed thus publicly to acknow- ledge the ...
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... thought fit , write in a strain that Poets have been fond of . On the 14th of February in the same year , my ... thoughts for thee been vigilant— 5 Bound to thy service with unceasing care , 1 The "Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant.
... thought fit , write in a strain that Poets have been fond of . On the 14th of February in the same year , my ... thoughts for thee been vigilant— 5 Bound to thy service with unceasing care , 1 The "Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant.
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