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I wander’d lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o’er vales and hills, …
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Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind / I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom …
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O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look / For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, …
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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, / The holy time is quiet as a Nun …
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Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! / Thou Soul, that art the eternity of thought! …
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“with sacrifice, before the rising morn, / Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired; …
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You call it, Love lies bleeding--so you may, / Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops, …
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Strange fits of passion have I known: / And I will dare to tell, …
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From low to high doth dissolution climb, / And sink from high to low, along a scale …
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Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! / O Duty! if that name thou love, …
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I. / there was a time when meadow, grove and stream, …
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A Trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, / Nor of the setting sun’s pathetic light …
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Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee; / And was the safeguard of the West: the worth …
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She was a phantom of delight / When first she gleam'd upon my sight; …
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways / Beside the springs of Dove, …
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A Flock of sheep that leisurely pass by / One after one; the sound of rain, and bees …
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Earth has not anything to show more fair; / Dull would he be of soul who could pass by …
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Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant / Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air …
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Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind / I turned to share the transport--Oh! with whom …
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Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes / To pace the ground, if path there be or none, …
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My heart leaps up when I behold / A rainbow in the sky: …
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From “The Excursion,” Book IV. / I HAVE seen …
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Behold her, single in the field, / Yon solitary Highland Lass! …
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Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, / And hermits are contented with their cells, …
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Up! up, my friend! and quit your books, / Or surely you ’ll grow double; …
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There 's not a nook within this solemn Pass, / But were an apt confessional for one …
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The world is too much with us; late and soon, / Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: …
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Five years have past; five summers, with the length / Of five long winters! and again I hear …
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I’ve watched you now a full half-hour, / Self-poised upon that yellow flower; …
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At Inversnaid, upon Loch Lomond / SWEET Highland Girl, a very shower …
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Six Years Old / O THOU whose fancies from afar are brought; …
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“London, 1802” / milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: …
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Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! / Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound …
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Mikor először tűnt elém, / drága volt, mint egy tünemény, …
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From “The Excursion,” Book I. / O, MANY are the poets that are sown …
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Earth has not anything to show more fair: / Dull would he be of soul who could pass by …
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I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, / As being pass'd away.—Vain sympathies! …
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From “Ecclesiastical Sonnets,” Part III. / THERE are no colors in the fairest sky …
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My heart leaps up when I behold / A rainbow in the sky; …
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She was a phantom of delight / When first she gleamed upon my sight; …
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Sonnet / THE World is too much with us; late and soon, …
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Three years she grew in sun and shower; / Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower …
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A Simple child, / That lightly draws its breath, …