The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volumen1Edward Moxon, 1836 |
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... hope to bring her near ; 66 Nay , patience ! patience , little boy ! Your tender mother cannot hear . " I told of hills , and far - off towns , And long , long vales to travel through ; — He listens , puzzled , sore perplexed , But he ...
... hope to bring her near ; 66 Nay , patience ! patience , little boy ! Your tender mother cannot hear . " I told of hills , and far - off towns , And long , long vales to travel through ; — He listens , puzzled , sore perplexed , But he ...
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... Hope - Night - sounds - Conclusion . FAR from my dearest Friend , ' tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell , high wood , and pastoral cove ; Where Derwent rests , and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore ...
... Hope - Night - sounds - Conclusion . FAR from my dearest Friend , ' tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell , high wood , and pastoral cove ; Where Derwent rests , and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore ...
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... hope itself was all I knew of pain . For then , the inexperienced heart would beat At times , while young Content forsook her seat , And wild Impatience , pointing upward , showed , Through passes yet unreached , a brighter road . Alas ...
... hope itself was all I knew of pain . For then , the inexperienced heart would beat At times , while young Content forsook her seat , And wild Impatience , pointing upward , showed , Through passes yet unreached , a brighter road . Alas ...
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... valley flings her light , Far to the western slopes with hamlets white ; And gives , where woods the chequered upland strew , To the green corn of summer autumn's hue . Thus Hope , first pouring from her blessed horn Her EVENING WALK . 61.
... valley flings her light , Far to the western slopes with hamlets white ; And gives , where woods the chequered upland strew , To the green corn of summer autumn's hue . Thus Hope , first pouring from her blessed horn Her EVENING WALK . 61.
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William Wordsworth. Thus Hope , first pouring from her blessed horn Her dawn , far lovelier than the moon's own morn ; ' Till higher mounted , strives in vain to cheer The weary hills , impervious , blackening near ; -Yet does she still ...
William Wordsworth. Thus Hope , first pouring from her blessed horn Her dawn , far lovelier than the moon's own morn ; ' Till higher mounted , strives in vain to cheer The weary hills , impervious , blackening near ; -Yet does she still ...
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