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The child is father of the man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.(Wordsworth, "My Heart Leaps Up") There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The earth, and every common sight,To me did seemApparelled in celestial light,The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore;Turn wheresoe'er I may,By night or day.The … [Read more...] about Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood, By: William Wordsworth

While from the purpling east departsThe star that led the dawn,Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,For May is on the lawn.A quickening hope, a freshening glee,Foreran the expected Power,Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree,Shakes off that pearly shower. All Nature welcomes Her whose swayTempers the year's extremes;Who scattereth lustres o'er noon-day,Like morning's … [Read more...] about Ode, Composed On A May Morning, By: William Wordsworth

I An age hath been when Earth was proudOf lustre too intenseTo be sustained; and Mortals bowedThe front in self-defence.Who 'then', if Dian's crescent gleamed,Or Cupid's sparkling arrow streamedWhile on the wing the Urchin played,Could fearlessly approach the shade?Enough for one soft vernal day,If I, a bard of ebbing time,And nurtured in a fickle clime,May haunt this horned … [Read more...] about Ode To Lycoris, May 1817, By: William Wordsworth

Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eo perductus, ut non tantumrecte facere possim, sed nisi recte facere non possim(Seneca, Letters 130.10) Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!O Duty! if that name thou loveWho art a light to guide, a rodTo check the erring, and reprove;Thou, who art victory and lawWhen empty terrors overawe;From vain temptations dost set free;And calm'st the … [Read more...] about Ode To Duty, By: William Wordsworth

INTRODUCTION AND CHORUS For thirst of power that Heaven disowns,For temples, towers, and thrones,Too long insulted by the Spoiler's shock,Indignant Europe castHer stormy foe at lastTo reap the whirlwind on a Libyan rock. SOLO (TENOR) War is passion's basest gameMadly played to win a name;Up starts some tyrant, Earth and Heaven to dare,The servile million bow;But will … [Read more...] about Ode On The Installation Of His Royal Highness Prince Albert As Chancellor Of The University Of Cambridge, July 1847, By: William Wordsworth