Poems of William WordsworthCaxton House, 1978 - 438 páginas |
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... hope , I left our cottage - threshold , sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung , A nutting - crook in hand ; and turned my steps Tow'rd some far - distant wood , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of cast ...
... hope , I left our cottage - threshold , sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung , A nutting - crook in hand ; and turned my steps Tow'rd some far - distant wood , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of cast ...
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... hope for them but in flight and concealment . Henry , the subject of the poem , was deprived of his estate and honours during the space of twenty - four years ; all which time he lived as a shepherd in Yorkshire , or in Cumberland ...
... hope for them but in flight and concealment . Henry , the subject of the poem , was deprived of his estate and honours during the space of twenty - four years ; all which time he lived as a shepherd in Yorkshire , or in Cumberland ...
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... Hope nothing , if I thus may speak To thee , a woman , and thence weak : Hope nothing , I repeat ; for we Are doomed to perish utterly : ' Tis meet that thou with me divide The thought while I am by thy side , Acknowledging a grace in ...
... Hope nothing , if I thus may speak To thee , a woman , and thence weak : Hope nothing , I repeat ; for we Are doomed to perish utterly : ' Tis meet that thou with me divide The thought while I am by thy side , Acknowledging a grace in ...
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