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Among all lovely things my Love had been;Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grewAbout her home; but she had never seenA glow-worm, never one, and this I knew. While riding near her home one stormy nightA single glow-worm did I chance to espy;I gave a fervent welcome to the sight,And from my horse I leapt; great joy had I. Upon a leaf the glow-worm did I lay,To … [Read more...] about Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been, By: William Wordsworth

The post-boy drove with fierce career,For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;When, as we hurried on, my earWas smitten with a startling sound. As if the wind blew many ways,I heard the sound, and more and more;It seemed to follow with the chaise,And still I heard it as before. At length I to the boy called out;He stopped his horses at the word,But neither cry, nor … [Read more...] about Alice Fell, Or Poverty, By: William Wordsworth

Alas! what boots the long laborious questOf moral prudence, sought through good and ill;Or pains abstruse, to elevate the will,And lead us on to that transcendent restWhere every passion shall the sway attestOf Reason, seated on her sovereign hill;What is it but a vain and curious skill,If sapient Germany must lie deprest,Beneath the brutal sword? Her haughty SchoolsShall … [Read more...] about Alas! What Boots The Long Laborious Quest, By: William Wordsworth

Not a breath of airRuffles the bosom of this leafy glen.From the brook's margin, wide around, the treesAre steadfast as the rocks; the brook itself,Old as the hills that feed it from afar,Doth rather deepen than disturb the calmWhere all things else are still and motionless.And yet, even now, a little breeze, perchanceEscaped from boisterous winds that rage without,Has entered, … [Read more...] about Airey-Force Valley, By: William Wordsworth