The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... deep chasm , where quivering sunbeams play American Tradition Return Seathwaite Chapel Tributary Stream . The Plain of Donnerdale Whence that low voice ? A whisper from the heart Tradition . Sheep - washing . The Resting - place ...
... deep chasm , where quivering sunbeams play American Tradition Return Seathwaite Chapel Tributary Stream . The Plain of Donnerdale Whence that low voice ? A whisper from the heart Tradition . Sheep - washing . The Resting - place ...
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... and loneliest glen Are felt the flashes of his pen ; Hé rules ' mid winter snows , and when Bees fill their hives ; Deep in the general heart of men His power survives . What need of fields in some far clime Where Heroes THOUGHTS . 7.
... and loneliest glen Are felt the flashes of his pen ; Hé rules ' mid winter snows , and when Bees fill their hives ; Deep in the general heart of men His power survives . What need of fields in some far clime Where Heroes THOUGHTS . 7.
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... Deep . Yet more it pleased him , more it stirred , When from the water - side he heard The shouting , and the jolly cheers ; The bustle of the mariners In stillness or in storm . But what do his desires avail ? For he must never handle ...
... Deep . Yet more it pleased him , more it stirred , When from the water - side he heard The shouting , and the jolly cheers ; The bustle of the mariners In stillness or in storm . But what do his desires avail ? For he must never handle ...
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... deep would swim , And gaily lift its fearless brim Above the tossing surge . And this the little blind Boy knew : And he a story strange , yet true , Had heard , how in a shell like this An English Boy , O thought of bliss ! Had stoutly ...
... deep would swim , And gaily lift its fearless brim Above the tossing surge . And this the little blind Boy knew : And he a story strange , yet true , Had heard , how in a shell like this An English Boy , O thought of bliss ! Had stoutly ...
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... the wily sailors crept To seize ( while on the Deep it slept ) The hapless creature which did dwell Erewhile within the dancing shell , They steal upon their prey . 1 With sound the least that can be made , 44 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
... the wily sailors crept To seize ( while on the Deep it slept ) The hapless creature which did dwell Erewhile within the dancing shell , They steal upon their prey . 1 With sound the least that can be made , 44 POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION .
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