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Joyous as morning , Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy
love and thy rest , And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken lark ! thou
wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I . Happy , happy liver , With a soul as
strong as ...
Joyous as morning , Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy
love and thy rest , And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken lark ! thou
wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I . Happy , happy liver , With a soul as
strong as ...
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Him from my childhood have I known ; and then He was so old , he seems not
older now ; He travels on , a solitary man , So helpless in appearance , that for
him The sauntering horseman - traveller does not throw With careless hand his
alms ...
Him from my childhood have I known ; and then He was so old , he seems not
older now ; He travels on , a solitary man , So helpless in appearance , that for
him The sauntering horseman - traveller does not throw With careless hand his
alms ...
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Poor traveller ! His staff trails with him ; scarcely do his feet Disturb the summer
dust ; he is so still In look and motion , that the cottage curs , Ere he have passed
the door , will turn away , Weary of barking at him . Boys and girls , The vacant
and ...
Poor traveller ! His staff trails with him ; scarcely do his feet Disturb the summer
dust ; he is so still In look and motion , that the cottage curs , Ere he have passed
the door , will turn away , Weary of barking at him . Boys and girls , The vacant
and ...
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The traveller would hang his wet clothes on a chair ; Let them smoke , let them
burn , not a straw would he care ! For the Prodigal Son , Joseph ' s Dream and his
sheaves , Oh , what would they be to my tale of two thieves ? The one , yet ...
The traveller would hang his wet clothes on a chair ; Let them smoke , let them
burn , not a straw would he care ! For the Prodigal Son , Joseph ' s Dream and his
sheaves , Oh , what would they be to my tale of two thieves ? The one , yet ...
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The owls have hardly sung their last , While our four travellers homeward wend ;
The owls have hooted all night long , And with the owls began my song , And with
the owls must end . For while they all were travelling home , Cried Betty , “ Tell ...
The owls have hardly sung their last , While our four travellers homeward wend ;
The owls have hooted all night long , And with the owls began my song , And with
the owls must end . For while they all were travelling home , Cried Betty , “ Tell ...
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Page 1 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 130 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind...
Page 203 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Page 190 - Thus Nature spake — the work was done; — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Page 132 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude.
Page 14 - SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 179 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Page 4 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 27 - Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round"! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a...
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| Title | Poems, selected from the best eds, Volume 1 Miniature libr. of the poets Poems, selected from the best eds, William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) |
| Author | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) |
| Published | 1880 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 3 Aug 2006 |
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