The World Is Too Much With Us William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are … Continue reading The World Is Too Much With Us William Wordsworth

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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen … Continue reading Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The Reaper and the Flowers * Wadsworth Poetry

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give … Continue reading The Reaper and the Flowers * Wadsworth Poetry

As imperceptibly as Grief by Emily Dickinson- Say Goodbye to Summer

As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon -- The Dusk drew earlier in -- The Morning foreign shone -- A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone … Continue reading As imperceptibly as Grief by Emily Dickinson- Say Goodbye to Summer

The Human Seasons BY JOHN KEATS

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;      There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear      Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously      Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high      Is … Continue reading The Human Seasons BY JOHN KEATS

Elegiac Stanzas by William Wordsworth

Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea. So pure … Continue reading Elegiac Stanzas by William Wordsworth