The English Poets: Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1894 |
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... heart . He left behind him for ever all the beliefs and antici- pations and illusions which , like spells , had bound him to Jacobin France . He turned away from it in permanent and strong disgust , and settled down into the sturdy ...
... heart . He left behind him for ever all the beliefs and antici- pations and illusions which , like spells , had bound him to Jacobin France . He turned away from it in permanent and strong disgust , and settled down into the sturdy ...
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... heart . Wordsworth had not , though he thought he had , the power of interpreting his own principles of poetic composition . This had to be done for him by a more philosophical critic , his friend Coleridge . Wordsworth , in his ...
... heart . Wordsworth had not , though he thought he had , the power of interpreting his own principles of poetic composition . This had to be done for him by a more philosophical critic , his friend Coleridge . Wordsworth , in his ...
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... hearts to bless- Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health , Truth breathed by cheerfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood ... heart That watches and receives . ( 1798. ) LINES , COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVISITING THE ...
... hearts to bless- Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health , Truth breathed by cheerfulness . One impulse from a vernal wood ... heart That watches and receives . ( 1798. ) LINES , COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVISITING THE ...
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... heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear dear Sister ! and this prayer I make Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart ...
... heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear dear Sister ! and this prayer I make Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. THE FOUNTAIN . A CONVERSATION . We talked with open heart , and tongue Affectionate and true , A pair ... heart is idly stirred , For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard . VOL . IV . Thus fares it ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. THE FOUNTAIN . A CONVERSATION . We talked with open heart , and tongue Affectionate and true , A pair ... heart is idly stirred , For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard . VOL . IV . Thus fares it ...
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