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Benjamin, this outward glory Cannot shield thee from thy Master, Who from
Keswick has pricked forth, Sour and surly as the north ; And, in fear of some
disaster, Comes to give what help he may, Or to hear what thou canst say ; If, as
needs he ...
The Torrent thundered down the dell With unabating haste ; I listened, nor aught
else could hear ; The Briar quaked — and much I fear Those accents were his
last. VIII. THE OAK AND THE BROOM. A PASTORAL. His simple THE
The Boy must part from Mosedale's Groves, And leave Blencathara's rugged
Coves, And quit the Flowers that Summer brings To Glenderamakin's lofty
springs ; Must vanish, and his careless cheer Be turned to heaviness and fear. —
Give Sir ...
A recreant Harp, that sings of fear And heaviness in Clifford's ear ! I said, when
evil Men are strong, No life is good, no pleasure long, A weak and cowardly
untruth ! Our Clifford was a happy Youth, And thankful through a weary time, That
But might I give advice to you, Whom in my fear I love so well, From men of
pensive virtue go, Dread Beings ! and your empire show- On hearts like that of
Peter Bell. Your presence I have often felt In darkness and the stormy night ; And
well I ...
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My favorite is "Solitary Reaper". When I first read it, I fell in love with the poem. It's like Wordsworth wrote it for me only.
I always feel understood and totally embraced everytime I read this poem and walk away with a full heart.