Poems of Places: England and Wales, Том 2Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... GREENWICH GREENWICH HILL 23 W. Wordsworth 24 W. Gifford 285 25 28 GREENWICH HOSPITAL GRETA . TO THE RIVER GRETA , NEAR KESWICK W. L. Bowles 26 W. Wordsworth 28 V.2 ] 59 RECAP 99 , 2 9 449 GRISEDALE . GRISEDALE BECK . J. Payn 29 HADDON HALL.
... GREENWICH GREENWICH HILL 23 W. Wordsworth 24 W. Gifford 285 25 28 GREENWICH HOSPITAL GRETA . TO THE RIVER GRETA , NEAR KESWICK W. L. Bowles 26 W. Wordsworth 28 V.2 ] 59 RECAP 99 , 2 9 449 GRISEDALE . GRISEDALE BECK . J. Payn 29 HADDON HALL.
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... RIVER . THE ISIS ISLE OF MAN . W. Wordsworth 62 J. Langhorne . 63 J. B. Norton 64 ON ENTERING DOUGLAS BAY W. Wordsworth BY THE SEA - SHORE . 66 $ 38 64 65 66 TYNWALD HILL ITCHIN , THE RIVER . TO THE RIVER ITCHIN W. L. Bowles . . 66 ...
... RIVER . THE ISIS ISLE OF MAN . W. Wordsworth 62 J. Langhorne . 63 J. B. Norton 64 ON ENTERING DOUGLAS BAY W. Wordsworth BY THE SEA - SHORE . 66 $ 38 64 65 66 TYNWALD HILL ITCHIN , THE RIVER . TO THE RIVER ITCHIN W. L. Bowles . . 66 ...
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... RIVER . WATERS - MEET . LINN - CLEEVE LIVERPOOL THE MERSEY AND THE IRWELL LIVERPOOL . THE DINGLE LOCKSWELL LOCKSWELL . LODDON HALL . LODDON HALL . LODDON , THE RIVER . ON REVISITING THE RIVER LODDON LODORE THE CATARACT OF LODORE LONDON ...
... RIVER . WATERS - MEET . LINN - CLEEVE LIVERPOOL THE MERSEY AND THE IRWELL LIVERPOOL . THE DINGLE LOCKSWELL LOCKSWELL . LODDON HALL . LODDON HALL . LODDON , THE RIVER . ON REVISITING THE RIVER LODDON LODORE THE CATARACT OF LODORE LONDON ...
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... River . TO THE RIVER GRETA , NEAR KESWICK . RETA , what fearful listening ! when huge stones Rumble along thy bed , block after block ; Or , whirling with reiterated shock , Combat , while darkness aggravates the groans : But if thou ...
... River . TO THE RIVER GRETA , NEAR KESWICK . RETA , what fearful listening ! when huge stones Rumble along thy bed , block after block ; Or , whirling with reiterated shock , Combat , while darkness aggravates the groans : But if thou ...
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... river , gliding under , Ever gliding , lapsing on , With no sense of awe or wonder At the ages which have gone ; Thou in thy unconscious flow - Know'st not sorrows which destroy , Yet this truth thou dost not know , Sorrows give a zest ...
... river , gliding under , Ever gliding , lapsing on , With no sense of awe or wonder At the ages which have gone ; Thou in thy unconscious flow - Know'st not sorrows which destroy , Yet this truth thou dost not know , Sorrows give a zest ...
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