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Five years have past; five summers, with the lengthOf five long winters! and again I hearThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springsWith a soft inland murmur., Once againDo I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,That on a wild secluded scene impressThoughts of more deep seclusion; and connectThe landscape with the quiet of the sky.The day is come when I again reposeHere, … [Read more...] about Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, By: William Wordsworth

Loud is the Vale! the Voice is upWith which she speaks when storms are gone,A mighty unison of streams!Of all her Voices, One! Loud is the Vale; this inland DepthIn peace is roaring like the SeaYon star upon the mountain-topIs listening quietly. Sad was I, even to pain deprest,Importunate and heavy load!The Comforter hath found me here,Upon this lonely road; And many … [Read more...] about Lines, By: William Wordsworth

"With sacrifice before the rising mornVows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;And from the infernal Gods, 'mid shades forlornOf night, my slaughtered Lord have I required:Celestial pity I again implore;Restore him to my sight great Jove, restore!"So speaking, and by fervent love endowedWith faith, the Suppliant heavenward lifts her hands;While, like the sun emerging from a … [Read more...] about Laodamia, By: William Wordsworth

Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard,(Suspect not, Anna, that their fate is hard;Not soon does aught to which mild fancies clingIn lonely spots, become a slighted thing;)Those silent Inmates now no longer share,Nor do they need, our hospitable care,Removed in kindness from their glassy CellTo the fresh waters of a living WellAn elfin pool so sheltered that its restNo … [Read more...] about Liberty – Sequel To – The Gold And Silver Fishes, By: William Wordsworth

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree standsFar from all human dwelling: what if hereNo sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb?What if the bee love not these barren boughs?Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves,That break against the shore, shall lull thy mindBy one soft impulse saved from vacancy.                    Who he wasThat piled these stones and with … [Read more...] about Left Upon A Seat In A Yew-tree, By: William Wordsworth