 | David Rosen - 2008 - 224 páginas
...with a moment of pure Wordsworthian egotism; one poem in particular seems to be in his ear. Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at...sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! I suspect that the verbal echoes of the Westminster Bridge... | |
 | Kenneth Allinson - 2006 - 269 páginas
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 | T. W. H. Crosland - 2006 - 280 páginas
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 | Werner Wolf, Walter Bernhart - 2007 - 353 páginas
...Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, Septembers, 1802" EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could...sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! (Wordsworth, online) True, in this poem we find references... | |
 | J. H. Fowler - 2007 - 312 páginas
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 | Amy Christine Billone - 2007 - 210 páginas
...air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at...sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! (Wordsworth, The Poetical Works of Wordsworth 214) Wordsworth's... | |
 | Robin Malan - 2007 - 316 páginas
...the(smokeless)air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at...sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! Of course, they wouldn't be this any more. See Detail below.... | |
 | Rüdiger Görner - 2007 - 284 páginas
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 | Adam L. Gowans - 2007 - 176 páginas
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Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! 
