The Complete Poetical Works of William WordsworthH. Mifflin, 1904 - 937 sidor Engr. t.p., with vignette. Half-title: ... Wordsworth, ed. by Andrew J. George. "The bibliography of Wordsworth": pages [911]-915; "References, biographical, critical, and descriptive": pages [917]-918. |
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... voice accords the soothing sound Of drowsy bells , for ever tinkling round ; Faint wail of eagle melting into blue ... voices , far and nigh , Blend in a music of tranquillity ; Save when , a stranger seen below , the boy Shouts from the ...
... voice accords the soothing sound Of drowsy bells , for ever tinkling round ; Faint wail of eagle melting into blue ... voices , far and nigh , Blend in a music of tranquillity ; Save when , a stranger seen below , the boy Shouts from the ...
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... voice made answer , he could only hear Winds rustling over plots of unripe grain , Or whistling thro ' thin grass along the un- furrowed plain . V Long had he fancied each successive slope Concealed some cottage , whither he might turn ...
... voice made answer , he could only hear Winds rustling over plots of unripe grain , Or whistling thro ' thin grass along the un- furrowed plain . V Long had he fancied each successive slope Concealed some cottage , whither he might turn ...
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... voice blaspheme , And female cries . Their course they thither bent , And met a man who foamed with anger vehement . LIII A woman stood with quivering lips and pale , And , pointing to a little child that lay 470 Stretched on the ground ...
... voice blaspheme , And female cries . Their course they thither bent , And met a man who foamed with anger vehement . LIII A woman stood with quivering lips and pale , And , pointing to a little child that lay 470 Stretched on the ground ...
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... voice be dumb : Should child of mine e'er wander hither , speak Of me , say that the worm is on my cheek . Torn from our hut , that stood beside the sea 591 Near Portland lighthouse in a lonesome creek , My husband served in sad ...
... voice be dumb : Should child of mine e'er wander hither , speak Of me , say that the worm is on my cheek . Torn from our hut , that stood beside the sea 591 Near Portland lighthouse in a lonesome creek , My husband served in sad ...
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... voice : Alas ! you do not know him . He is one ( I wot not what ill tongue has wronged him with you ) All gentleness and love . His face bespeaks A deep and simple meekness : and that Soul , Which with the motion of a virtuous act ...
... voice : Alas ! you do not know him . He is one ( I wot not what ill tongue has wronged him with you ) All gentleness and love . His face bespeaks A deep and simple meekness : and that Soul , Which with the motion of a virtuous act ...
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