(Wordsworth)
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Whether to wend through straight s… Trimly by towns perfectly paved; Or after office, as fitteth thy fa… Faring with friends far among fiel… There is none other equal in actio…
I wish my mother could see me now,… And a knife and a spoon in my putt… Atop of a sore-backed Argentine,… I used to be in the Yorkshires on… (Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles onc…
(Byron) Thirteen as twelve my Murray alwa… He was a publisher. The new Polic… Have neater ways of bringing men t… So Juan found himself before J.P…
A tinker out of Bedford, A vagrant oft in quod, A private under Fairfax, A minister of God— Two hundred years and thirty
WHEN that with meat and drink th… Not temperately but like him conce… In monstrous jest at Meudon, whos… Stands for exemplar of Gargantuan… In his own name supreme, they issu…
MY GARDEN blazes brightly with… And the köil sings above it, in th… From the creeper—covered trellis c… And the blue jay screams and flutt… But the rose has lost its fragranc…
IF YOU stop to find out what you… And how they will clothe and feed… Willie, my son, don’t you go on th… For the Sea will never need you. If you ask for the reason of every…
Where Horse and Rider each can tr… It takes a fence and more than a f… For the one will do what the other… and blown, And when it is done, they can live…
There was a strife ‘twixt man and… Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell ’twixt man and mai… Oh, that’s beyond the grip of rhym… 'Twas “Sweet, I must not bide wit…
"GO WASH thyself in Jordan —go,… Nay, not for any Prophet will I p… For the banks of curious Jordan a… Commanded and embellished and patr… There rise her timeless capitals o…
OR ever the battered liners sank With their passengers to the dark, I was head of a Walworth Bank, And you were a grocer’s clerk. I was a dealer in stocks and share…
HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow ...
THERE’S a pasture in a valley w… And a Herd lies down and ruminate… Where the pheasant rules the nooni… And the war—cries of our world die… Here I cast aside the burden that…
It was an August evening and, in… I paid a round of visits in the li… When, presently, my Waler saw, an… A Commissariat elephant careering… I couldn’t see he driver, and acro…
TELL it to the locked—up trees, Cuckoo, bring your song here! Warrant, Act and Summons, please, For Spring to pass along here! Tell old Winter, if he doubt,