The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 8Macmillan, 1896 |
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... voice of nightly streams " . " How beautiful the Queen of Night , on high " On the Banks of a Rocky Stream Ode . Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood , 187 188 188 189 POEMS BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AND BY ...
... voice of nightly streams " . " How beautiful the Queen of Night , on high " On the Banks of a Rocky Stream Ode . Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood , 187 188 188 189 POEMS BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AND BY ...
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... 282 Holiday at Gwerndwffnant , May 1826 . Composed when a Probability existed of our being obliged 284 to quit Rydal Mount as a Residence " I , whose pretty Voice you hear " 289 295 1827 PAGE To my Niece Dora 297 1829 " My CONTENTS xiii.
... 282 Holiday at Gwerndwffnant , May 1826 . Composed when a Probability existed of our being obliged 284 to quit Rydal Mount as a Residence " I , whose pretty Voice you hear " 289 295 1827 PAGE To my Niece Dora 297 1829 " My CONTENTS xiii.
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... voice shall speak ( tho ' still Awed by the theme's peculiar sanctity Which words less free presumed not even to touch ) Of that fraternal love , whose heaven - lit lamp From infancy , through manhood , to the last Of threescore years ...
... voice shall speak ( tho ' still Awed by the theme's peculiar sanctity Which words less free presumed not even to touch ) Of that fraternal love , whose heaven - lit lamp From infancy , through manhood , to the last Of threescore years ...
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... voice to tell it here ? ) Was as the love of mothers ; and when years , Lifting the boy to man's estate , had called 80 85 The long - protected to assume the part 90 Of a protector , the first filial tie Was undissolved ; and , in or ...
... voice to tell it here ? ) Was as the love of mothers ; and when years , Lifting the boy to man's estate , had called 80 85 The long - protected to assume the part 90 Of a protector , the first filial tie Was undissolved ; and , in or ...
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... voice , that asks in whispers , " Who next will drop and disappear ? " Our haughty life is crowned with darkness , Like London with its own black wreath , On which with thee , O Crabbe ! forth - looking , I gazed from Hampstead's breezy ...
... voice , that asks in whispers , " Who next will drop and disappear ? " Our haughty life is crowned with darkness , Like London with its own black wreath , On which with thee , O Crabbe ! forth - looking , I gazed from Hampstead's breezy ...
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