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15 Cards in this Set
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"Five years have past; five summers, with the length."
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Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
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"The landscape with the quiet of the sky, the day is come when I again repose Here under this dark sycamore and view."
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Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
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While here I stand, not only with the sense of present pleasure but with the pleasing thoughts that in this moment there is life and food for future years."
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Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
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"Is full of blessings."
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Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
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"The child is the father of the Man."
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My Heart Leaps Up - William Wordsworth
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"This City now doth, like a garment wear."
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Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept 3, 1802 - William Wordsworth
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"The river glideth at his own sweet will."
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Composed upon the Westminster Bridge, Sept 3, 1802 - William Wordsworth
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"Dear God! The very houses seem asleep."
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Composed upon the Westinster Bridge, Sept 3, 1802 - William Wordsworth
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"The holy time is as quiet as a Nun."
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It Is A Beauteous Evening - William Wordsworth
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"Listen! The might Being is awake."
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It Is A Beauteous Evening - William Wordsworth
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"Dear Child! Dear Girl! That walkest with me here."
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It Is A Beauteous Evening - William Wordsworth
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"Milton! Thou shouldst be livnig at ths house England hath need of thee: she s a fen of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen."
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London, 1802 - William Wordsworth
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"Thy soul was like a Star and dwelt apart."
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London, 1802 - William Wordsworth
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"though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower."
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Ode: Intmiations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood - William Wordsworth
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"Burst, to illumine your temestuous day."
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England in 1819 - Percy Shelley
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