Wordsworth to TennysonH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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... heart ? An absence of the sense of humour was a part of his equipment which was , perhaps , essential . If it blinded him to absurdities in the exaggeration of his critical principles , it also steeled him against ignorant ridicule ...
... heart ? An absence of the sense of humour was a part of his equipment which was , perhaps , essential . If it blinded him to absurdities in the exaggeration of his critical principles , it also steeled him against ignorant ridicule ...
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... heart I bore , Long after it was heard no more.1 The full orchestra provided for the poet by his winged neighbours in his native dales has a world of various meaning for him . Yet how simply , and unsystematically , sweet , is each ...
... heart I bore , Long after it was heard no more.1 The full orchestra provided for the poet by his winged neighbours in his native dales has a world of various meaning for him . Yet how simply , and unsystematically , sweet , is each ...
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... heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ...
... heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ...
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... heart is lying still ! 9 Again , his is a Voice in the wilderness which , not affecting to be able to cure the ... hearts away , a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours ...
... heart is lying still ! 9 Again , his is a Voice in the wilderness which , not affecting to be able to cure the ... hearts away , a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours ...
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... heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys , and fears , To me the meanest flower ...
... heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys , and fears , To me the meanest flower ...
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