Words/Worth
- About this book
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Narrow bounds
– Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room
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Critics, be cautious
– Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned
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Leave me alone
– Calm is all nature as a resting wheel
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Stars
– I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret
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High mountain
– How clear, how keen, how marvelously bright
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Wind of September
– While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields
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Pleasure in taking pains
– “There is a pleasure in poetic pains”
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Youthful Oxford
– Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth!
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Parsonage
– Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends
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Hail, Twilight
– Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
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Tomb
– Mark the concentred hazels that enclose
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If home
– If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share
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Poetry
– Though the bold wings of Poesy affect
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Mounts
– Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side
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Asleep
– A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
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Nurse
– Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep!
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Eden River
– Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed
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Joy
– Surprised by joy impatient as the Wind
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Here
– Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat
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Women
– With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh
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Where
– Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?
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Silly children
– Sole listener, Duddon! to the Breeze that played
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Here rested
– What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled
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Hearty diversion
– Hail to the fields—with dwellings sprinkled o’er
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The stepping stones
– The struggling Rill insensibly is grown
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Whisper
– Whence that low voice? A whisper from the heart
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Gone
– I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide
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Brook
– Brook! whose society the poet seeks
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Mountain cave
– Methinks that to some vacant hermitage
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Thinking
– There is a little unpretending Rill
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Went fishing
– While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport
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Where to go
– Oh Friend! I know not which way I must look
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Too much
– The world is too much with us; late and soon
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Milton
– Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
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Greatness
– Great men have been among us; hands that penned
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Ideal of freedom
– It is not to be thought of that the Flood
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Bulwark
– When I have borne in memory what has tamed
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Inland
– Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood
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Standoff
– Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent
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Two voices
– Two voices are there; one is of the sea
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Contests
– Six thousand veterans practised in war’s game
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Peace
– Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more
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Not passion
– Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell
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Toussaint L’Ouverture
– Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men!
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Hope
– When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle
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We shall overcome
– When haughty expectations prostrate lie
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Soul
– O’er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain
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Once
– Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee
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By a lake
– Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars
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Fair star
– Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west
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Insurrection
– As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow
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Adieu
– Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown
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Thoughts
– There’s not a nook within this solemn Pass
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Admonition
– Well may’st thou halt—and gaze with brightening eye
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The preserve
– The forest huge of ancient Caledon
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Aix-La-Chapelle
– Was it to disenchant, and to undo
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When
– What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose?
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Westminster Bridge
– Earth has not any thing to show more fair
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Roman artifacts
– How profitless the relics that we cull
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Ancient awe
– A weight of awe, not easy to be borne
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There
– “There!” said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride
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Mary vs. Elizabeth
– Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed
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Absolution
– A point of life between my Parents’ dust
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Graveyard
– Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep
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Meditation
– Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
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The ceiling
– Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense
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Refuge
– They dreamt not of a perishable home
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Ceremony
– Closing the sacred Book which long has fed
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A constellation
– As star that shines dependent upon star
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Wheedling promises
– Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high
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Displacement
– The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
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Lunar comparisons
– With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the sky
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Teaching
– The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand
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Lone flower
– Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
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Hark
– Hark! ’tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest
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Wind
– I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind
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In tune
– It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
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Nature calls
– Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard
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Doves
– Near Anio’s stream I spied a gentle Dove
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Innocence
– Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun
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I’d rather stay home
– I am not one who much or oft delight
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Forget appearances
– “Yet life,” you say, “is life; we have seen and see”
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Wings
– Wings have we—and as far as we can go
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Sailing
– Nor can I not believe but that hereby
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Having it all
– How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
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Why so silent?
– Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant
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To Venus
– Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth
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So, I’ve picked the flowers
– Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here