Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room
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Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned
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1:19 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Written in very Early Youth
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1:20 |
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I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret
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1:26 |
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How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright
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1:22 |
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While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields
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1:20 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
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1:17 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Oxford, May 30, 1820
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1:19 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
A Parsonage in Oxfordshire
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
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1:20 |
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Mark the concentred hazels that enclose
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1:22 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Composed at Rydal on May Morning, 1838
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1:23 |
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Though the bold wings of Poesy affect
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1:22 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side
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1:17 |
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To Sleep
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1:25 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep!
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1:23 |
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The River Eden, Cumberland
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1:16 |
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Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind
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1:23 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat
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1:19 |
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With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh
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1:16 |
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Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?
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1:21 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Sole listener, Duddon! to the Breeze that played
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1:17 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled
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1:20 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Hail to the fields - with dwellings sprinkled o'er
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1:23 |
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The Stepping-Stones
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1:18 |
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Whence that low voice? - A whisper from the heart
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1:22 |
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I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide
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1:22 |
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Brook! whose society the poet seeks
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1:22 |
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Methinks that to some vacant hermitage
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1:20 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
There is a little unpretending Rill
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1:20 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Written upon a Blank Leaf in "The Complete Angler"
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Oh Friend! I know not which way I must look
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1:24 |
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The world is too much with us; late and soon
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1:20 |
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Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
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1:28 |
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Great men have been among us; hands that penned
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1:22 |
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It is not to be thought of that the Flood
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1:19 |
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When I have borne in memory what has tamed
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1:16 |
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Near Dover
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1:22 |
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Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent
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1:22 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland
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1:25 |
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An Invasion Being Expected, October 1803
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1:22 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Composed in the Valley near Dover, on the Day of Landing
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1:28 |
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Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell
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1:22 |
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To Toussaint L'Ouverture
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1:16 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian Isle
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1:19 |
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When haughty expectations prostrate lie
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1:21 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain
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1:21 |
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On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
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1:18 |
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By Grasmere Lake
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1:21 |
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Composed by the Sea-Side, Near Calais
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1:24 |
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As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow
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1:25 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown
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1:20 |
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The Trosachs
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1:19 |
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Admonition
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1:19 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
The forest huge of ancient Caledon
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1:19 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Aix-la-Chapelle
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1:05 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Between Namur and Liège
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Composed on Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, 1802
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Roman Antiquities
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1:14 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
The Monument commonly called Long Meg and Her Daughters, near the River Eden
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1:12 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
There! said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride
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1:10 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Mary Queen of Scots
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1:09 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
In sight of the Town of Cockermouth
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
A Place of Burial in the South of Scotland
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1:19 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
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1:11 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
In King's College Chapel, Cambridge
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
They dreamt not of a perishable home
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1:14 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Rural Ceremony
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1:12 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Places of Worship
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high
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1:13 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
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1:16 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky
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1:23 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand
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1:21 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
To a Snow-drop
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1:16 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest
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1:25 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind
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1:17 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
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1:14 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
To the Cuckoo
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove
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1:20 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Composed on a May Morning
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Personal Talk
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1:14 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Yet life, you say, "is life; we have seen and see"
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1:17 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Wings have we - and as far as we can go
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1:17 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Nor can I not believe but that hereby
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1:17 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
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1:21 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
To the Planet Venus, an Evening Star
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1:18 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |
Valedictory Sonnet
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1:24 |
Read by Bruce Kachuk |