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Amor Intellectualis
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly
And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
And often launched our ba…
Yarrow Unvisited
Yarrow Unvisited
. From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
Written in London. September,
Written in London. September,
. O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think that now our life is only drest
Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island
Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island
at Grasmere
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen
Buildings, albeit rude, that ha…
Written in Early Spring
Written in Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to…
With ships the sea was sprinkled
With ships the sea was sprinkled
WITH ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying fast at anchor in the …
Waterfall and The Eglantine, The
Waterfall and The Eglantine, The
"Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,"
Exclaimed an angry Voice,
"Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self
Between me and my c…
Wishing-gate, The
Wishing-gate, The
Hope rules a land forever green:
All powers that serve the bright-eyed Queen
Are confident and gay;
Clouds at her bidding disappear;
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 be done!…
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:
This Cit…
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 or sorro…
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 height <…
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;
But n…
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 door.
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,
With…
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 weed and sa…
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 field of bat…
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 if you …
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 sleep or fe…
'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 unhallowed …
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 will ta…
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 move alo…
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 in Natu…
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 ours;…