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... Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couch'd ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
... Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth - startled from the fern where she lay couch'd ; Unthought - of , unexpected as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers ; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many ...
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... light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half - stifled knell , Methinks ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ; He may knock ...
... light ; Books have we to read , -hush ! that half - stifled knell , Methinks ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ; He may knock ...
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WILLIAM WORDSWOTH. WE ARE SEVEN . " And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " I take my little porringer , And eat my supper.
WILLIAM WORDSWOTH. WE ARE SEVEN . " And often after sunset , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " I take my little porringer , And eat my supper.
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... By those huge rocks encompass'd round . IX . He drew it gently from the pool , And brought it forth into the light : The shepherds met him with his charge , An unexpected sight ! Into their arms the lamb they 14 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
... By those huge rocks encompass'd round . IX . He drew it gently from the pool , And brought it forth into the light : The shepherds met him with his charge , An unexpected sight ! Into their arms the lamb they 14 WORDSWORTH'S POEMS .
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... light , thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man , - But with high objects , with enduring things , With life and nature ...
... light , thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man , - But with high objects , with enduring things , With life and nature ...
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appear'd art thou beauty behold beneath Betty Foy bower Brancepeth breath bright Brougham Castle calm cheer child clouds cottage creature dark dear deep delight doth dwell earth fair fancy fear feel fields fix'd flowers frame gentle glad Grasmere grave green grove guardian rocks hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human Kilve light live lofty lonely look look'd Martha Ray mind morning mother mountain Nature Nature's never night o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure poor porringer praise reach'd rill Rob Roy rocks round Rylstone seem'd shade shepherd side sight silent Skiddaw sleep smile solitary solitude song sorrow soul sound spake spirit spot stars stone stood stream sweet tears thee things thou art thought trees truth turn'd Twas Twill vale vex'd voice Wanderer wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods Yarrow youth