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The poetical works of William Wordsworth

... In six volumes ... A new edition
Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

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VOL. I.
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VOL. II.
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POEMS ON THE NAMING OF PLACES.
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POEMS OF THE FANCY.
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I. A MORNING EXERCISE.
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II. A FLOWER GARDEN.
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IV. THE WATERFALL AND THE EGLANTINE.
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V. THE OAK AND THE BROOM.
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VI. TO A SEXTON.
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VII. TO THE DAISY.
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VIII. TO THE SAME FLOWER.
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IX. THE GREEN LINNET.
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X. TO A SKY-LARK.
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XI. TO THE SMALL CELANDINE .
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XII. TO THE SAME FLOWER.
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XIII. THE SEVEN SISTERS;
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XV. THE REDBREAST CHASING THE BUTTERFLY.
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XVI. SONG FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL.
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XVII. HINT FROM THE MOUNTAINS
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XVIII. ON SEEING A NEEDLECASE IN THE FORM OF A HARP.
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XIX. TO A LADY, IN ANSWER TO A REQUEST THAT I WOULD WRITE HER A POEM UPON SOME DRAWINGS THAT SHE HAD MADE OF FLOWERS IN THE ISLAND OF MADEIRA.
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XXI. THE CONTRAST.
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XXII. THE DANISH BOY.
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XXIII. SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW.
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XXIV. STRAY PLEASURES.
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XXV. THE PILGRIM'S DREAM;
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XXVI. THE POET AND THE CAGED TURTLEDOVE.
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XXVII. A WREN'S NEST.
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XXVIII. LOVE LIES BLEEDING.
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XXIX. COMPANION TO THE FOREGOING.
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XXX. RURAL ILLUSIONS.
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XXXI. THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES.
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XXXII. ADDRESS TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER, DORA,
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XXXIII. THE WAGGONER.
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POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION.
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MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
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VOL. III.
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VOL. IV.
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VOL. V.
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[There is an Eminence,—of these our hills]

There is an Eminence,—of these our hills
The last that parleys with the setting sun;
We can behold it from our orchard-seat;
And, when at evening we pursue our walk
Along the public way, this Peak, so high
Above us, and so distant in its height,
Is visible; and often seems to send
Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts.
The meteors make of it a favourite haunt:
The star of Jove, so beautiful and large
In the mid heavens, is never half so fair
As when he shines above it. 'Tis in truth
The loneliest place we have among the clouds.
And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved
With such communion, that no place on earth
Can ever be a solitude to me,
Hath to this lonely Summit given my Name.
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