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Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West!
Do you hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Drink to me only with thine eyes,

Earine,

Eden, where delicious Paradise,

Eftsoons, they heard a most melodious sound,
Eftsoon there stepped forth,

Egeria sweet creation of some heart,

Ere, in the northern gale,

Ever let the Fancy roam,

Fair as unshaded light; or as the day,

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see,

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,

First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come,
Foolish prater! what dost thou,

From frozen climes, and endless tracks of snow,
From the moist meadow to the withered hill,
From yonder wood mark blue-eyed Eve proceed,

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Gentle herdsman, tell to me,

Get up, get up, for shame; the blooming morn,
Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease,
Go, lovely Rose,

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Green little vaulter in the sunny grass,

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove,

Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven, first-born,
Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good!
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!

Happy the man whose wish and care,

Happy insect! what can be,

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Happy they! the happiest of their kind!

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Hark! music speaks from out the woods and streams,

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Here, where precipitate Spring, with one light bound,

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If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,

In her ear he whispers gaily,

How still the morning of the hallowed day,

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright,
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal,

I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn,

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,

If all the world and love were young,

If I had thought thou couldst have died,

If I were thou, O Butterfly,

If thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance,

I had a friend who died in early youth!

I have a name, a little name,

I have had playmates, I have had companions,

I loved him not, and yet now he is gone,

I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary,

In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,

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In petticoat of green,

Is there a whim-inspired fool,

It is not that my lot is low,

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It's hame, and it 's hame, hame fain wad I be,

It was an aged man, who stood, -

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds,

Little Ellie sits alone,

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Lone, by my solitary hearth,

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,

Maddened by Earth's wrong and evil,

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Maiden! with the meek brown eyes,

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Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,
Methinks I love all common things,
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!
Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go,
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains,
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been,
My loved, my honoured, much-respected friend!

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled,
Next to these ladies, but in nought allied,
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day,
No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
November's sky is chill and drear,

Now that the winter 's gone, the earth has lost,

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Now the golden morn aloft,

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O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
Oh! to be in England,

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O, lady, twine no wreath for me,

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O luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen,
O Mary! at thy window be,

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O my love 's like the stedfast sun,

O my luve 's like a red, red rose,

On a day (alack the day!)

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray,

O that those lips had language! life has passed,
Orpheus with his lute made trees,

O Time! who knowest a lenient hand to lay,
O were my love yon lilac fair,

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,

Queen of the silver bow! by thy pale beam,

Reach, with your whiter hands, to me,
Roses, their sharp spines being gone,

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
See, the day begins to break,
She came, she is gone, we have met,

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She doth tell me where to borrow,

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Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued I said,

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So spake th' eternal Father, and fulfilled,

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Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,

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Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou,
Swifter far than summer's flight,

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Take, oh, take those lips away,

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
That day I oft remember, when from sleep,
The castled crag of Drachenfels,

The cheerful sabbath bells, wherever heard,
The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The day had been a day of wind and storm,
The finished garden to the view,

The frost performs its secret ministry,

The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
The glories of our birth and state,

The green leaves as we pass,

The ivy in a dungeon grew,

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The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor,
The lark had left the evening cloud,

The lark has sung his carol in the sky,

The lark now leaves his watery nest,
The Months all riding came,

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick,
The night was winter in his roughest mood,
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up,
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
There is continual Spring, and harvest there,

The rising moon has hid the stars,

There's not a joy the world can give, like that it takes away,

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There were twa sisters lived in a bouir,

These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,

The spring is here-the delicate-footed May,

The star that bids the shepherd fold,

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The twentieth year is well nigh past,

The wild-winged creature, clad in gore,
The winds are bitter, the skies are wild,

The wisest of us all, when woe,
The world's great age begins anew,
This common field, this little brook,
They are all gone into a world of light, ·

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