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Michael: A Pastoral Poem

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. If from the public way you turn your steps Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll, You will suppose that with an upright path Your feet must struggle; in…

Methought I Saw The Footsteps Of A Throne

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METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of a throne Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud– Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed; But all the steps and…

Memory

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A pen-to register; a key- That winds through secret wards Are well assigned to Memory By allegoric Bards. As aptly, also, might be given A Pencil to her hand; That,…