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Lyre! though such power do in thy magic liveAs might from India's farthest plainRecall the not unwilling Maid,Assist me to detainThe lovely Fugitive:Check with thy notes the impulse which, betrayedBy her sweet farewell looks, I longed to aid.Here let me gaze enrapt upon that eye,The impregnable and awe-inspiring fortOf contemplation, the calm portBy reason fenced from winds … [Read more...] about Lyre! Though Such Power Do In Thy Magic Live, By: William Wordsworth

A slumber did my spirit seal;I had no human fears:She seem'd a thing that could not feelThe touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force;She neither hears nor sees;Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course,With rocks, and stones, and trees. … [Read more...] about Lucy V, By: William Wordsworth

Three years she grew in sun and shower;Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flowerOn earth was never sown;This child I to myself will take;She shall be mine, and I will makeA lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling beBoth law and impulse: and with meThe girl, in rock and plain,In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,Shall feel an overseeing powerTo kindle or restrain. "She … [Read more...] about Lucy IV, By: William Wordsworth

I travell'd among unknown men,In lands beyond the sea;Nor, England! did I know till thenWhat love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream!Nor will I quit thy shoreA second time; for still I seemTo love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feelThe joy of my desire;And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheelBeside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy … [Read more...] about Lucy III, By: William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love: A violet by a mossy stoneHalf hidden from the eye!Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and oh,The difference to me! … [Read more...] about Lucy II, By: William Wordsworth