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... daughter and third child of John and Anne Wordsworth . She was born on Christmas Day , 1771 , at Cockermouth , in Cumberland , being a year and nine months younger than her famous brother , the poet . John Wordsworth , the father , was ...
... daughter and third child of John and Anne Wordsworth . She was born on Christmas Day , 1771 , at Cockermouth , in Cumberland , being a year and nine months younger than her famous brother , the poet . John Wordsworth , the father , was ...
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... daughter of my parents dwells ; Aye , think on that , my heart , and cease to stir ; Pause upon that , and let the breathing frame No longer breathe , but all be satisfied . Oh , if such silence be not thanks to God For what hath been ...
... daughter of my parents dwells ; Aye , think on that , my heart , and cease to stir ; Pause upon that , and let the breathing frame No longer breathe , but all be satisfied . Oh , if such silence be not thanks to God For what hath been ...
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... daughter ; and she furnished a remarkable proof how possible it is for a woman , neither handsome nor even comely , according to the rigor of criticism - nay , generally I For the copious description here given of Mrs. Wordsworth , and ...
... daughter ; and she furnished a remarkable proof how possible it is for a woman , neither handsome nor even comely , according to the rigor of criticism - nay , generally I For the copious description here given of Mrs. Wordsworth , and ...
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... daughters became subscribers to the fund . The children were taken into different families in the neighborhood , one of them going to live with the Wordsworths . The heroic little Agnes died many years ago , and is buried in Grasmere ...
... daughters became subscribers to the fund . The children were taken into different families in the neighborhood , one of them going to live with the Wordsworths . The heroic little Agnes died many years ago , and is buried in Grasmere ...
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... daughter of Samuel Taylor Cole- ridge , between whose family and that of Wordsworth the most cordial relations always existed , in the record of her early life has a pleasant recollection of a visit paid by her to Allan Bank when she ...
... daughter of Samuel Taylor Cole- ridge , between whose family and that of Wordsworth the most cordial relations always existed , in the record of her early life has a pleasant recollection of a visit paid by her to Allan Bank when she ...
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Page 97 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 101 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. " Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay; Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 51 - Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
Page 50 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Page 50 - 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.
Page 97 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and- smiles.
Page 101 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Page 98 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Page 16 - own exceeding great reward ; ' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
Page 119 - ... when I am far away : For never saw I mien, or face, In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence. Here scattered, like a random seed, Remote from men, Thou dost not need The...