| Sleep, infant Pilgrim! Over thee one bends |
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| Divinest Poesy! without thy wings |
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| Four days, wild Ocean, on thy troubled breast |
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| Fair art thou as the morning, my young Bride! |
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| Moonlight |
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| Similes |
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| Ah, what is life! a dream within a dream |
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| Wordsworth, of all men who have graced our age |
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| 'Tis not for thee, my Sister, that I grieve |
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| As is the Sun essential unto spring |
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