Poem William Wordsworth

A Winter’s Evening

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— Fragment of an Ode to winter

—But hark! the Curfew tolls! and lo! the night
Mounts the black Coursers of the stormy North
Now down the pathway brown
I bend my pensive steps cetera desunt

Address to my Infant Daughter, Dora on Being Reminded That She Was a Month Old That Day
A Whirl-Blast from Behind the Hill

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