The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1849 |
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admiration aught BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty behold beneath blind brave breath bright brow Busk Calais cheer cloud COLEORTON COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA dark DARLEY DALE dear delight doth earth fair faith Fancy fear feel flowers gaze genius gentle glory grace GRASMERE grave ground grove happy hast hath heard heart Heaven hill honour hope human invisible sun King labour Lady lake liberty light live Lord meek Merlin mighty mind mortal mountains Muse nature Nature's night o'er Ossian pain Paradise Lost peace pensive Poems Poet poetry praise pure rapture Rob Roy rock RYDAL MOUNT Scotland Shakspeare shore sigh sight silent sleep soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood stream strife sweet thee thine things thou art thought towers triumph truth vale voice wild wind wing WORCESTER CATHEDRAL word Yarrow youth
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