William Wordsworth

And hear the mighty stream of tendency
Uttering, for elevation of our thought,
A clear sonorous voice, read more

And hear the mighty stream of tendency
Uttering, for elevation of our thought,
A clear sonorous voice, inaudible
To the vast multitude.

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
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Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay
With his red stalks upon this sunny day!

Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy read more

Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.

O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.

O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.