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The poetical works of William Wordsworth

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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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XIV.
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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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XXII. CONTINUED.

Methinks that to some vacant hermitage
My feet would rather turn—to some dry nook
Scooped out of living rock, and near a brook
Hurled down a mountain-cove from stage to stage,
Yet tempering, for my sight, its bustling rage
In the soft heaven of a translucent pool;
Thence creeping under sylvan arches cool,
Fit haunt of shapes whose glorious equipage
Would elevate my dreams. A beechen bowl,
A maple dish, my furniture should be;
Crisp, yellow leaves my bed; the hooting owl
My night-watch: nor should e'er the crested fowl
From thorp or vill his matins sound for me,
Tired of the world and all its industry.
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