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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

Lines Written As A School Exercise, By: William Wordsworth

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"And has the Sun his flaming chariot drivenTwo hundred times around the ring of heaven,Since Science first, with all her sacred train,Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign?While thus I mused, methought, before mine eyes,The Power of Education seemed to rise;Not she whose rigid precepts trained the boyDead to the sense of every finer joy;Nor that vile wretch who bade the … [Read more...] about Lines Written As A School Exercise, By: William Wordsworth

Lines Suggested By A Portrait From The Pencil Of F. Stone, By: William Wordsworth

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Beguiled into forgetfulness of careDue to the day's unfinished task; of penOr book regardless, and of that fair sceneIn Nature's prodigality displayedBefore my window, oftentimes and longI gaze upon a Portrait whose mild gleamOf beauty never ceases to enrichThe common light; whose stillness charms the air,Or seems to charm it, into like repose;Whose silence, for the pleasure of … [Read more...] about Lines Suggested By A Portrait From The Pencil Of F. Stone, By: William Wordsworth