The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth, Том 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820 |
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... hand of healing , - The altar , whence the cross was rent , Now rich with mossy ornament , The dormitory's length ... hands in resignation prest , Palm to palm , 14 CANTO I. THE WHITE DOE.
... hand of healing , - The altar , whence the cross was rent , Now rich with mossy ornament , The dormitory's length ... hands in resignation prest , Palm to palm , 14 CANTO I. THE WHITE DOE.
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William Wordsworth. And hands in resignation prest , Palm to palm , on his tranquil breast : Methinks she passeth by the sight , As a common creature might : If she be doomed to inward care , Or service , it must lie elsewhere . -But ...
William Wordsworth. And hands in resignation prest , Palm to palm , on his tranquil breast : Methinks she passeth by the sight , As a common creature might : If she be doomed to inward care , Or service , it must lie elsewhere . -But ...
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... hand Upon their leading mothers hung , Turn , with obeisance gladly paid , Towards the spot , where , full in view , The lovely Doe of whitest hue , Her sabbath couch has made . It was a solitary mound ; Which two spears ' length of ...
... hand Upon their leading mothers hung , Turn , with obeisance gladly paid , Towards the spot , where , full in view , The lovely Doe of whitest hue , Her sabbath couch has made . It was a solitary mound ; Which two spears ' length of ...
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... hand by hand , The Claphams and Mauleverers stand ; And , in his place , among son and sire , Is John de Clapham , that fierce Esquire , - A valiant man , and a name of dread , In the ruthless wars of the White and Red ; Who dragged ...
... hand by hand , The Claphams and Mauleverers stand ; And , in his place , among son and sire , Is John de Clapham , that fierce Esquire , - A valiant man , and a name of dread , In the ruthless wars of the White and Red ; Who dragged ...
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... Hath touched thee , and a Spirit's hand : A voice is with us a command To chaunt , in strains of heavenly glory , A tale of tears , a mortal story ! - CANTO SECOND . THE Harp in lowliness obeyed : And 24 CANTO I. THE WHITE DOE.
... Hath touched thee , and a Spirit's hand : A voice is with us a command To chaunt , in strains of heavenly glory , A tale of tears , a mortal story ! - CANTO SECOND . THE Harp in lowliness obeyed : And 24 CANTO I. THE WHITE DOE.
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admiration ancient appear Banner beautiful behold beneath blest bold Bolton bosom bower Brancepeth brave breath bright CALAIS calm chear Child city of Durham clouds CONVENTION OF CINTRA Creature dark dear delight doth earth Emily fair faith Father fear flowers Francis Friend Furness Fells genius gentle gleam glory grace GRASMERE green Islands ground Guernica hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour human Lady liberty look Lord loved Stream Maid meek mighty mind mortal murmur naiads nature night Norton o'er Ossian Paradise Lost peace pensive Poem Poet poetry praise prayer pure RIVER DERWENT Rylstone Shakespeare shewed sight silent sing sleep song SONNETS sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet thee thine thing THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought Towers triumph truth Vale voice White Doe wind words Ye Men youth
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Сторінка 150 - is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe ; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee Are, fostered by the comment and the gibe.