Poems of Places: England and Wales, Volumen2Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... Peace , Come over the inland sea ; The waters clear , the fields appear , The plain is green and wide ; And once again the mist from the plain Rolls up the Mendip side . The plats were green with lavish growth , And , like a silver cord ...
... Peace , Come over the inland sea ; The waters clear , the fields appear , The plain is green and wide ; And once again the mist from the plain Rolls up the Mendip side . The plats were green with lavish growth , And , like a silver cord ...
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... peace with God ; And the first hymns that Britain ever heard Arose , the low preluding melodies To the sweetest anthem that hath reached the skies . Henry Alford . AT THE TOMB OF KING ARTHUR . THR HROUGH Glastonbury's cloister dim The ...
... peace with God ; And the first hymns that Britain ever heard Arose , the low preluding melodies To the sweetest anthem that hath reached the skies . Henry Alford . AT THE TOMB OF KING ARTHUR . THR HROUGH Glastonbury's cloister dim The ...
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... Peace to embosom and content , To overawe the turbulent , The selfish to reprove . - Yea ! even the stranger from afar , Reclining on this moss - grown bar , Unknowing and unknown , The infection of the ground partakes , Longing for his ...
... Peace to embosom and content , To overawe the turbulent , The selfish to reprove . - Yea ! even the stranger from afar , Reclining on this moss - grown bar , Unknowing and unknown , The infection of the ground partakes , Longing for his ...
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... peace is roaring like the sea ; Yon star upon the mountain - top Is listening quietly . Sad was I , even to pain deprest , Importunate and heavy load ! The Comforter hath found me here , Upon this lonely road ; And many thousands now ...
... peace is roaring like the sea ; Yon star upon the mountain - top Is listening quietly . Sad was I , even to pain deprest , Importunate and heavy load ! The Comforter hath found me here , Upon this lonely road ; And many thousands now ...
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... was full ; the frequent rubs that wear Our loves away , and strip us for the fight With the rough world ; alone , in calm delight Of peace , content , and joy , art thou 22 POEMS OF PLACES . WORDSWORTH'S GRAVE GRASMERE.
... was full ; the frequent rubs that wear Our loves away , and strip us for the fight With the rough world ; alone , in calm delight Of peace , content , and joy , art thou 22 POEMS OF PLACES . WORDSWORTH'S GRAVE GRASMERE.
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ABBEY ancient arch behold bells beneath breast breath breeze brow calm clouds crown Cusha dark days of yore dead death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes fair gazed gleam gliding glory GRASMERE grave gray green HADDON HALL hall hand happy hath HATHERN hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry Alford hill holy hour INGLEWOOD FOREST James Payn King light London lonely look Lord mighty MONGEWELL mountain mourned NETLEY ABBEY NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nore o'er once pass peace Praise rise roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock rolled round Saint scene shade shine sight silent Sir Walter sleep smile solemn song soul sound spot stone stood stream street sweet thee thine Thomas Tickell thou thought tomb towers trees uppe vale voice vulgar Boy walls wave Whittington wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods
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