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64 Cards in this Set
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Lines Written in Early Spring (iambs with abab rhyme scheme)
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William Wordsworth
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Expostulation and Reply (ballad)
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William Wordsworth
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The Tables Turned (ballad)
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William Wordsworth
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Lines Composed a Few Files Above Tintern Abbey (blank verse)
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William Wordsworth
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (ABABCC)
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William Wordsworth
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She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways (ballad)
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William Wordsworth
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A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal (ballad)
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William Wordsworth
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My Heart Leaps Up (ballad)
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William Wordsworth
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The World Is Too Much with Us (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
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William Wordsworth
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By the Sea-Side, near Calais
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William Wordsworth
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Composed on the Beach near Calais (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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September, 1802, near Dover (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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England, 1802 (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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London, 1802 (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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Great Men Have Been among Us (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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It Is Not to Be Thought That the Flood (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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When I Have Borne in Memory (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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To a Skylark(i) (sonnet)
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William Wordsworth
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (ballad stanzas)
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Kubla Khan
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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The Battle of Blenheim (ballad)
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Robert Southey
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (Nine-line Spenserian stanza)
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Lord Byron
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When We Two Parted
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Lord Byron
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Sonnet on Chillon (sonnet, duh)
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Lord Byron
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So We'll Go No More A-Roving
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Lord Byron
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Maid of Athens, Ere We Part
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Lord Byron
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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
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Lord Byron
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To Wordsworth (sonnet)
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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To a Skylark(ii)
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Ode to the West Wind (terza rima)
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Love's Philosophy
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Mutability
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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A Dirge
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
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John Keats
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La Belle Dame sans Merci (Ballad)
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John Keats
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Ode on a Grecian Urn
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John Keats
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When I Have Fears (sonnet)
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John Keats
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Bright Star! Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art (sonnet)
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John Keats
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Pride and Prejudice
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Jane Austen
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The Book of Books
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Sir Walter Scott
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Ivanhoe
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Sir Walter Scott
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"If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?" |
"Lines Written in Early Spring"
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"One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can." |
"The Tables Turned"
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"Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves, Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives." |
"The Tables Turned"
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"The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours, We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!" |
"The World Is Too Much with Us"
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"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze." |
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
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"For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils." |
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
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"The rainbow comes and goes,
And lonely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth." |
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"
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"What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, or glory in the flower;" |
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"
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"We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be;" |
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"
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"In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind." |
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"
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"Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." |
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"
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"The Child is the father of the Man;"
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"My Heart Leaps Up"
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"Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean." |
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (underlined)
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"Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink." |
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (underlined)
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"He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all." |
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (underlined)
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"'And everybody praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win.' 'But what good came of it at last?' Quoth little Peterkin. 'Why that I cannot tell,' said he. 'But 'twas a famous victory.'" |
"The Battle of Blenheim"
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"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown." |
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (underlined)
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"We look before and after,
And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." |
"To a Skylark"
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"Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud." |
"Ode to the West Wind"
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"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
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"Ode to the West Wind"
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"'Beauty is truth, truth beauty'—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." |
"Ode on a Grecian Urn"
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