 | The poetical works of William Wordsworth |  |
This said, oft pausing, we pursued our way;
Nor reached the village-churchyard till the sun
Travelling at steadier pace than ours, had risen
Above the summits of the highest hills,
And round our path darted oppressive beams.
Nor reached the village-churchyard till the sun
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Above the summits of the highest hills,
And round our path darted oppressive beams.
| The poetical works of William Wordsworth | |