“The” Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen2E. Moxon, Son, & Company, 1870 - 568 páginas |
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... breath of air- Yet here , and there , and every where Along the floor , beneath the shade By those embowering hollies made , The leaves in myriads jump and spring , As if with pipes and music rare Some Robin Good - fellow were there ...
... breath of air- Yet here , and there , and every where Along the floor , beneath the shade By those embowering hollies made , The leaves in myriads jump and spring , As if with pipes and music rare Some Robin Good - fellow were there ...
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... time was March , a cheerful noon- The thaw - wind , with the breath of June , Breathed gently from the warm south - west : When , in a voice sedate with age , This Oak , a giant and a sage , His The Oak and the Broom A Pastoral.
... time was March , a cheerful noon- The thaw - wind , with the breath of June , Breathed gently from the warm south - west : When , in a voice sedate with age , This Oak , a giant and a sage , His The Oak and the Broom A Pastoral.
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... breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! 1805 . IX . THE GREEN LINNET . BENEATH these fruit - tree boughs that shed Their snow - white blossoms on ...
... breath'st with me in sun and air , Do thou , as thou art wont , repair My heart with gladness , and a share Of thy meek nature ! 1805 . IX . THE GREEN LINNET . BENEATH these fruit - tree boughs that shed Their snow - white blossoms on ...
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... breath ; Alas ! that meek that tender smile Is but a harbinger of death : And pointing with a feeble hand She says , in faint words by sighs broken , Bear for me to my native land This precious Flower , true love's last token . XX ...
... breath ; Alas ! that meek that tender smile Is but a harbinger of death : And pointing with a feeble hand She says , in faint words by sighs broken , Bear for me to my native land This precious Flower , true love's last token . XX ...
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... breathing haze ; While neither mist , nor thickest cloud That shapes in heaven its murky shroud , Hath power to injure mine . But not for this do I aspire To match the spark of local fire , That at my will burns on the dewy iawn , With ...
... breathing haze ; While neither mist , nor thickest cloud That shapes in heaven its murky shroud , Hath power to injure mine . But not for this do I aspire To match the spark of local fire , That at my will burns on the dewy iawn , With ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside beauty behold beneath Benjamin Binnorie bird blest bower breast breath breeze bright Brinsop BROUGHAM CASTLE brow calm cheer clouds Coleorton COMPOSED creature dancing dear delight divine doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers FURNESS ABBEY gazed gentle gleam glory glow-worm grace Grasmere green grove happy hath head heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill hope hour light living lonely look Lord Clifford Loughrigg Fell Martha Ray mind moon morning mortal mountain murmur Muse Nature never night o'er oh misery pensive Peter Bell pleasure poem poor rill river Swale rocks round Rydal Mount seen shade side sight silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile song Sonnet soul sound spirit spring stars stir stream sweet thee thine things thou art thoughts Town-end trees vale voice wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods WRITTEN at Rydal