William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a read more
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none read more
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
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Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too familiar happiness.
One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.
One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest
Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves
And to her read more
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest
Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves
And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to read more
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
Methought I say the footsteps of a throne.
- William Wordsworth,
Methought I say the footsteps of a throne.
- William Wordsworth,
Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the read more
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
