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Lines Written While Sailing In A Boat At Evening, By: William Wordsworth

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How richly glows the water's breastBefore us, tinged with evening hues,While, facing thus the crimson west,The boat her silent course pursues!And see how dark the backward stream!A little moment past so smiling!And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,Some other loiterers beguiling. Such views the youthful Bard allure;But, heedless of the following gloom,He deems their … [Read more...] about Lines Written While Sailing In A Boat At Evening, By: William Wordsworth

Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem “The Excursion,” By: William Wordsworth

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Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal To public notice, with reluctance strong,Did I deliver this unfinished Song;Yet for one happy issue; and I lookWith self-congratulation on the BookWhich pious, learned, MURFITT saw and read;Upon my thoughts his saintly Spirit fed;He conned the new-born Lay with grateful heartForeboding not how soon he must … [Read more...] about Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem “The Excursion,” By: William Wordsworth

Lines Written In The Album Of The Countess Of Lonsdale. Nov. 5, 1834, By: William Wordsworth

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Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard,Among the Favoured, favoured not the least)Left, 'mid the Records of this Book inscribed,Deliberate traces, registers of thoughtAnd feeling, suited to the place and timeThat gave them birth: months passed, and still this hand,That had not been too timid to imprintWords which the virtues of thy Lord inspired,Was yet not bold enough to write … [Read more...] about Lines Written In The Album Of The Countess Of Lonsdale. Nov. 5, 1834, By: William Wordsworth

Lines Written In Early Spring, By: William Wordsworth

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I heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature linkThe human soul that through me ran;And much it grieved my heart to thinkWhat man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;And 'tis my faith that … [Read more...] about Lines Written In Early Spring, By: William Wordsworth