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Two April Mornings, The
Two April Mornings, The
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,
"The will of God …
Upon Westminster Bridge
Upon Westminster Bridge
EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
…
To The Daisy (first poem)
To The Daisy (first poem)
"Her divine skill taught me this,
That from every thing I saw
I could some instruction draw,
And raise pleasure to the …
To The Daisy (third poem)
To The Daisy (third poem)
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,
Bold in maternal Nature's care,
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy …
To My Sister
To My Sister
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our do…
To The Daisy
To The Daisy
IN youth from rock to rock I went
From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
Most pleased when most uneasy;
To M.H.
To M.H.
Our walk was far among the ancient trees:
There was no road, nor any woodman's path;
But a thick umbrage--checking the wild growth
Of wee…
To a Sky-Lark
To a Sky-Lark
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with me into the clouds!
Singing, singing,
To A Butterfly (second poem)
To A Butterfly (second poem)
I've watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not…
To A Sexton
To A Sexton
Let thy wheel-barrow alone--
Wherefore, Sexton, piling still
In thy bone-house bone on bone?
'Tis already like a hill
In a fi…
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a churchyard grave is found
In the cold north's unhal…
To A Butterfly ()
To A Butterfly ()
I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sle…
Three Years She Grew
Three Years She Grew
THREE years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself…
There was a Boy
There was a Boy
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time,
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To …
The World Is To Much With Us
The World Is To Much With Us
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…
The world is too much with us; late and soon
The world is too much with us; late and soon
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see i…
The Two April Mornings
The Two April Mornings
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said
`The will of God be…
The Wishing Gate
The Wishing Gate
[In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of an old highway
leading to Ambleside, is a gate, which, from time out of
mind, has been called t…
The Tables Turned
The Tables Turned
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toi…
The Sparrow's Nest
The Sparrow's Nest
BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision …
The Sonnet i
The Sonnet i
NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room,
And hermits are contented with their cells,
And students with their pensive citadels;
…
The Simplon Pass
The Simplon Pass
-Brook and road
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And with them did we journey several hours
At a slow step. The immea…
The Seven Sisters
The Seven Sisters
Or, The Solitude Of Binnorie
SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald,
All children of one mother:
You could not say in one short day …
The Russian Fugitive
The Russian Fugitive
I
ENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyes
Like harebells bathed in dew,
Of cheek that with carnation vies,
And veins of vio…