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Introduction by Gavin Herbertson William Wordsworth Prose: From “Description of the Scenery of the Lakes” in A Guide Through the District of the Lakes Poetry:
Anecdote for Fathers, Showing How the Practice of Lying May Be Taught Lines Written in Early Spring To My Sister Expostulation and Reply The Tables Turned: An Evening Scene on the Same Subject Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey The Old Cumberland Beggar Animal Tranquillity and Decay The Simplon Pass Nutting She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways I Travelled Among Unknown Men A Poet’s Epitaph The Fountain Lucy Gray Michael: A Pastoral Poem The Idle Shepherd-Boys The Waterfall and the Eglantine Song for the Wandering Jew Lines Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone To a Butterfly The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free Composed After a Journey Across the Hambleton Hills The Sun Has Long Been Set Yew-Trees
Dorothy Wordsworth From Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland, A.D. 1803 William Wordsworth Poetry (continued)
Stepping Westward The Solitary Reaper To the Cuckoo I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud To the Supreme Being To a Sky-Lark Louisa Admonition “Beloved Vale!” I Said, “When I Shall Con” Composed by the Side of Grasmere Lake With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh Lines Composed at Grasmere During a Walk The Pass of Kirkstone Composed Upon an Evening of Extraordinary Splendour and Beauty Gordale The Wild Duck’s Nest To a Snow-Drop There is a Little Unpretending Rill The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand Sole Listener, Duddon! To the Breeze that Played Who Swerves From Innocence, Who Makes Divorce Conclusion (of the Duddon Sonnets) Thought on the Seasons The Brownie To the Planet Venus, an Evening Star Calm is the Fragrant Air, and Loth to Lose Rural Illusions A Wren’s Nest On a High Part of the Coast of Cumberland Why Should the Enthusiast, Journeying Through this Isle By the Sea-Shore, Isle of Man Most Sweet it is with Unuplifted Eyes Not in the Lucid Intervals of Life By the Side of Rydal Mere Ode Composed on May Morning Airey-Force Valley To the Clouds On the Projected Kendal and Windermere Railway Glad Sight Wherever New With Old So Fair, so Sweet, Withal so Sensitive
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