Poetry Catalog

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To A Redbreast (In Sickness), By: William Wordsworth

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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,And at my casement sing,Though it should prove a farewell layAnd this our parting spring.Though I, alas! may ne'er enjoyThe promise in thy song;A charm, 'that' thought can not destroy,Doth to thy strain belong.Methinks that in my dying hourThy song would still be dear,And with a more than earthly powerMy passing Spirit cheer.Then, little Bird, … [Read more...] about To A Redbreast (In Sickness), By: William Wordsworth

To A Painter, By: William Wordsworth

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All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed;But 'tis a fruitless task to paint for me,Who, yielding not to changes Time has made,By the habitual light of memory seeEyes unbedimmed, see bloom that cannot fade,And smiles that from their birth-place ne'er shall fleeInto the land where ghosts and phantoms be;And, seeing this, own nothing in its stead.Couldst thou go back into … [Read more...] about To A Painter, By: William Wordsworth

To A Lady – In Answer To A Request That I Would Write Her A Poem Upon Some Drawings That She Had Made Of Flowers In The Island Of Madeira, By: William Wordsworth

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Fair Lady! can I sing of flowersThat in Madeira bloom and fade,I who ne'er sate within their bowers,Nor through their sunny lawns have strayed?How they in sprightly dance are wornBy Shepherd-groom or May-day queen,Or holy festal pomps adorn,These eyes have never seen.Yet tho' to me the pencil's artNo like remembrances can give,Your portraits still may reach the heartAnd there … [Read more...] about To A Lady – In Answer To A Request That I Would Write Her A Poem Upon Some Drawings That She Had Made Of Flowers In The Island Of Madeira, By: William Wordsworth

To A Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond), By: William Wordsworth

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Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these grey rocks; that household lawn;Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;This fall of water that doth makeA murmur near the silent lake;This little bay; a quiet roadThat holds in shelter thy AbodeIn truth together do ye seemLike … [Read more...] about To A Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond), By: William Wordsworth

To A Friend – On The Banks Of The Derwent, By: William Wordsworth

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Pastor and Patriot! at whose bidding riseThese modest walls, amid a flock that need,For one who comes to watch them and to feed,A fixed Abode, keep down presageful sighs.Threats, which the unthinking only can despise,Perplex the Church; but be thou firm, be trueTo thy first hope, and this good work pursue,Poor as thou art. A welcome sacrificeDost Thou prepare, whose sign will … [Read more...] about To A Friend – On The Banks Of The Derwent, By: William Wordsworth