The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... delight . For he is safe , a quiet bed Hath early found among the dead , Harbored where none can be misled , Wronged , or distrest ; And surely here it may be said That such are blest . And oh ! for Thee , by pitying grace Checked ...
... delight . For he is safe , a quiet bed Hath early found among the dead , Harbored where none can be misled , Wronged , or distrest ; And surely here it may be said That such are blest . And oh ! for Thee , by pitying grace Checked ...
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... ye share , Like him can speed - The social hour , of tenfold care - There will be need ; For honest men delight will take To spare your failings TO THE SONS OF BURNS . 9 To the Sons of Burns, after visiting the Grave of their Father ·
... ye share , Like him can speed - The social hour , of tenfold care - There will be need ; For honest men delight will take To spare your failings TO THE SONS OF BURNS . 9 To the Sons of Burns, after visiting the Grave of their Father ·
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William Wordsworth. For honest men delight will take To spare your failings for his sake , Will flatter you , — and fool and rake Your steps pursue ; And of your Father's name will make A snare for you . Far from their noisy haunts ...
William Wordsworth. For honest men delight will take To spare your failings for his sake , Will flatter you , — and fool and rake Your steps pursue ; And of your Father's name will make A snare for you . Far from their noisy haunts ...
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... delight ; If not , make merry in despite That there is One who scorns thy power : But dance ! for under Jedborough Tower A Matron dwells , who , though she bears The weight of more than seventy years , Lives in the light of youthful ...
... delight ; If not , make merry in despite That there is One who scorns thy power : But dance ! for under Jedborough Tower A Matron dwells , who , though she bears The weight of more than seventy years , Lives in the light of youthful ...
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... Delighted am I for thy sake ; And yet a higher joy partake : Our Human - nature throws away Its second twilight , and looks gay ; A land of promise and of pride Unfolding , wide as life is wide . Ah ! see her helpless Charge ! inclosed ...
... Delighted am I for thy sake ; And yet a higher joy partake : Our Human - nature throws away Its second twilight , and looks gay ; A land of promise and of pride Unfolding , wide as life is wide . Ah ! see her helpless Charge ! inclosed ...
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Apennine aught austere Band Bard beauty behold beneath blest bold Bothwell Castle bower brave breast breath breeze bright brow BRUGES Busk CALAIS cheer clouds dear deeds deep delight doth dread dream Duddon earth eyes fair faith Fancy fear feel flood flowers gaze glory grace GRASMERE grave green hand hath heard heart Heaven height Highland hill hope hour lake land liberty light living Loch Lomond look Lord Loweswater meek memory Merlin mighty mind morning mortal mountains Muse Nature ne'er night o'er peace praise pride pure RIVER DUDDON Rob Roy Robert Walker rock round Sanguinetto scorn Seathwaite shade shore sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS Skiddaw sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars steep stream sublime sweet sword thee thine thou thought towers Trajan trees Ulpha vale VALLOMBROSA voice waves Whate'er wild wind Yarrow
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