Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind— But how could I forget thee?—Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have IContinue reading “Surprised by Joy BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH”
I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. ‘Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turnedContinue reading “I Travelled among Unknown Men BY 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 areContinue reading “The World Is Too Much With Us 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 seenContinue reading “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
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 pureContinue reading “Elegiac Stanzas by William Wordsworth”
ONE morning (raw it was and wet– A foggy day in winter time) A Woman on the road I met, Not old, though something past her prime: Majestic in her person, tall and straight; And like a Roman matron’s was her mien and gait.
Another year!another deadly blow! Another mighty Empire overthrown! And We are left, or shall be left, alone; The last that dare to struggle with the Foe. ‘Tis well! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought; That by our own right hands it must be wrought; That weContinue reading “November, 1806 *WILLIAM WORDSWORTH”
THAT is work of waste and ruin– Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, We must spare them–here are many: Look at it–the flower is small, Small and low, though fair as any: Do not touch it! summers two I am older, Anne, than you.