The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Том 3Little, Brown, 1854 |
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... fear . Such animation often do I find , Power in my breast , wings growing in my mind , Then , when some rock or hill is overpast , Perchance without one look behind me cast , VOL . III . 1 • Some barrier with which Nature , from the ...
... fear . Such animation often do I find , Power in my breast , wings growing in my mind , Then , when some rock or hill is overpast , Perchance without one look behind me cast , VOL . III . 1 • Some barrier with which Nature , from the ...
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... fear Alike are vain . Off weight , - nor press on weight ! — away Dark thoughts ! -they came , but not to stay ; With chastened feelings would I pay The tribute due To him , and aught that hides his clay From mortal view . Fresh as the ...
... fear Alike are vain . Off weight , - nor press on weight ! — away Dark thoughts ! -they came , but not to stay ; With chastened feelings would I pay The tribute due To him , and aught that hides his clay From mortal view . Fresh as the ...
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... ; but ere Night fell I heard , or seemed to hear , Music that sorrow comes not near , A ritual hymn , Chanted in love that casts out fear By Seraphim . III . THOUGHTS SUGGESTED THE DAY FOLLOWING , ON THE AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS . 5.
... ; but ere Night fell I heard , or seemed to hear , Music that sorrow comes not near , A ritual hymn , Chanted in love that casts out fear By Seraphim . III . THOUGHTS SUGGESTED THE DAY FOLLOWING , ON THE AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS . 5.
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... fear ! V. ELLEN IRWIN : OR , THE BRAES OF KIRTLE . * FAIR Ellen Irwin , when she sat Upon the braes of Kirtle , Was lovely as a Grecian maid Adorned with wreaths of myrtle ; Young Adam Bruce beside her lay , And there did they beguile ...
... fear ! V. ELLEN IRWIN : OR , THE BRAES OF KIRTLE . * FAIR Ellen Irwin , when she sat Upon the braes of Kirtle , Was lovely as a Grecian maid Adorned with wreaths of myrtle ; Young Adam Bruce beside her lay , And there did they beguile ...
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... fear and melancholy meet ; But this is calm ; there cannot be A more entire tranquillity . Does then the Bard sleep here indeed ? Or is it but a groundless creed ? What matters it ? I blame them not Whose Fancy in this lonely Spot Was ...
... fear and melancholy meet ; But this is calm ; there cannot be A more entire tranquillity . Does then the Bard sleep here indeed ? Or is it but a groundless creed ? What matters it ? I blame them not Whose Fancy in this lonely Spot Was ...
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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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