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... saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He fingeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . VII . This Hermit good lives in that wood Which 43.
... saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He fingeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . VII . This Hermit good lives in that wood Which 43.
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With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth. VII . This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea . How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Marineres That come from a far Contrée . He kneels at morn ...
With a Few Other Poems William Wordsworth. VII . This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea . How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Marineres That come from a far Contrée . He kneels at morn ...
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... live in one small cottage , But she , poor woman , dwelt alone . " Twas well enough when summer came , The long , warm , lightsome summer - day , Then at her door the canty dame Would sit , as any linnet gay . But when the ice our ...
... live in one small cottage , But she , poor woman , dwelt alone . " Twas well enough when summer came , The long , warm , lightsome summer - day , Then at her door the canty dame Would sit , as any linnet gay . But when the ice our ...
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... live as long as live he may , He never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - 92.
... live as long as live he may , He never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - 92.
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... Lives with him , near the waterfall , Upon the village common . And he is lean and he is sick , His little body's half awry His ancles they are swoln and thick ; His legs are thin and dry . When he was young he little knew Of husbandry ...
... Lives with him , near the waterfall , Upon the village common . And he is lean and he is sick , His little body's half awry His ancles they are swoln and thick ; His legs are thin and dry . When he was young he little knew Of husbandry ...
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Page 105 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.
Page 202 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Page 37 - Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Page 103 - Her eyes were fair, and very fair : Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Page 195 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 198 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 195 - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
Page 194 - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Page vii - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' 30 The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 200 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.