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From Recollections of Early Childhood The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety. I 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 … [Read more...] about Ode On Intimations Of Immortality, By: William Wordsworth

I Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitudeOn hearts howe'er insensible or rude;Whether thy punctual visitations smiteThe haughty towers where monarchs dwell;Or thou, impartial Sun, with presence brightCheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cell!Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the skyIn naked splendour, clear from mist or haze,Or … [Read more...] about Ode – The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816, By: William Wordsworth

I Imagination, ne'er before content,But aye ascending, restless in her prideFrom all that martial feats could yieldTo her desires, or to her hopes presentStooped to the Victory, on that Belgic field,Achieved, this closing deed magnificent,And with the embrace was satisfied.Fly, ministers of Fame,With every help that ye from earth and heaven may claim!Bear through the world … [Read more...] about Ode, By: William Wordsworth

These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the airWith words of apprehension and despair:While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray,Men unto whom sufficient for the dayAnd minds not stinted or untilled are given,Sound, healthy, children of the God of heaven,Are cheerful as the rising sun in May.What do we gather hence but firmer … [Read more...] about October, 1803, By: William Wordsworth

Intrepid sons of Albion! not by youIs life despised; ah no, the spacious earthNe'er saw a race who held, by right of birth,So many objects to which love is due:Ye slight not life, to God and Nature true;But death, becoming death, is dearer far,When duty bids you bleed in open war:Hence hath your prowess quelled that impious crew.Heroes! for instant sacrifice prepared;Yet filled … [Read more...] about Occasioned By The Battle Of Waterloo, By: William Wordsworth