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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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XIX. AT FLORENCE.

Under the shadow of a stately Pile,
The dome of Florence, pensive and alone,
Nor giving heed to aught that passed the while,
I stood, and gazed upon a marble stone,
The laurelled Dante's favourite seat. A throne,
In just esteem, it rivals; though no style
Be there of decoration to beguile
The mind, depressed by thought of greatness flown.
As a true man, who long had served the lyre,
I gazed with earnestness, and dared no more.
But in his breast the mighty Poet bore
A Patriot's heart, warm with undying fire.
Bold with the thought, in reverence I sate down,
And, for a moment, filled that empty Throne.
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