Poems of William WordsworthCaxton House, 1978 - 438 páginas |
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... turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity ...
... turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity ...
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... all the sages can . Sweet is the lore which Nature brings : Our meddling intellect Mis - shapes the beauteous forms of things : - We murder to dissect . Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those Miscellaneous Poems 67 The Tables Turned.
... all the sages can . Sweet is the lore which Nature brings : Our meddling intellect Mis - shapes the beauteous forms of things : - We murder to dissect . Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those Miscellaneous Poems 67 The Tables Turned.
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... turned my restless steps ; A stranger passed ; and , guessing whom I sought , He said that she was used to ramble far.- The sun was sinking in the west ; and now I sate with sad impatience . From within Her solitary infant cried aloud ...
... turned my restless steps ; A stranger passed ; and , guessing whom I sought , He said that she was used to ramble far.- The sun was sinking in the west ; and now I sate with sad impatience . From within Her solitary infant cried aloud ...
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