The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: With a MemoirFields, 1870 |
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... babes to shield , And faint the fire a dying heart can yield ! Press the sad kiss , fond mother ! vainly fears Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears ; No tears can chill them , and no bosom warms , Thy breast their death - bed ...
... babes to shield , And faint the fire a dying heart can yield ! Press the sad kiss , fond mother ! vainly fears Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears ; No tears can chill them , and no bosom warms , Thy breast their death - bed ...
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... babe her only comforter ; Lo , where she sits beneath yon shaggy rock , A cowering shape half hid in curling smoke ! When lightning among clouds and mountain - snows Predominates , and darkness comes and goes , And the fierce torrent ...
... babe her only comforter ; Lo , where she sits beneath yon shaggy rock , A cowering shape half hid in curling smoke ! When lightning among clouds and mountain - snows Predominates , and darkness comes and goes , And the fierce torrent ...
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... babes had lain upon my breast ; And often , viewing their sweet smiles , I sighed , And knew not why . My happy father died , When threatened war reduced the children's meal : Thrice happy ! that for him the grave could hide The empty ...
... babes had lain upon my breast ; And often , viewing their sweet smiles , I sighed , And knew not why . My happy father died , When threatened war reduced the children's meal : Thrice happy ! that for him the grave could hide The empty ...
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... Babe Was crying , as I thought , crying for bread When I had none to give him ; whereupon , I put a slip of foxglove in his hand , Which pleased him so , that he was hushed at once : When , into one of those same spotted bells A bee ...
... Babe Was crying , as I thought , crying for bread When I had none to give him ; whereupon , I put a slip of foxglove in his hand , Which pleased him so , that he was hushed at once : When , into one of those same spotted bells A bee ...
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... cuts me to the heart- Well ! they might turn a beggar from their doors , But there are Mothers who can see the Babe Here at my breast , and ask me where I bought it : This they can do , and look upon my face- THE BORDERERS . 91.
... cuts me to the heart- Well ! they might turn a beggar from their doors , But there are Mothers who can see the Babe Here at my breast , and ask me where I bought it : This they can do , and look upon my face- THE BORDERERS . 91.
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