The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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... stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which ...
... stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The things which ...
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... stream hard by ; They burnt his dwelling to the ground , " And he was forced to fly ; " So with his wife and child he fled , " Nor had he where to rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round " Was wasted far and wide ; 46 ...
... stream hard by ; They burnt his dwelling to the ground , " And he was forced to fly ; " So with his wife and child he fled , " Nor had he where to rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round " Was wasted far and wide ; 46 ...
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... streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath the simplest guise , Thy radiant genius shone , And that which charm'd all ...
... streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath the simplest guise , Thy radiant genius shone , And that which charm'd all ...
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... streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I ...
... streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon - day dreams . From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one , When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I ...
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... stream , The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing ...
... stream , The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains . The sanguine sunrise , with his meteor eyes , And his burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing ...
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