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Not in the lucid intervals of lifeThat come but as a curse to party-strife;Not in some hour when Pleasure with a sighOf languor puts his rosy garland by;Not in the breathing-times of that poor slaveWho daily piles up wealth in Mammon's caveIs Nature felt, or can be; nor do words,Which practiced talent readily affords,Prove that her hand has touched responsive chords;Nor has her … [Read more...] about Not In The Lucid Intervals Of Life, By: William Wordsworth

Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear,The coast of France, the coast of France how near!Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood.I shrunk; for verily the barrier floodWas like a lake, or river bright and fair,A span of waters; yet what power is there!What mightiness for evil and for good!Even so doth God protect us if we beVirtuous … [Read more...] about Near Dover, September 1802, By: William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;So be it when I shall grow old,Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety. … [Read more...] about My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold, By: William Wordsworth

From low to high doth dissolution climb,And sink from high to low, along a scaleOf awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;A musical but melancholy chime,Which they can hear who meddle not with crime,Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bearThe longest date do melt like frosty rime,That in the morning whitened hill and plainAnd is no … [Read more...] about Mutability, By: William Wordsworth

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyesTo pace the ground, if path be there or none,While a fair region round the traveler liesWhich he forbears again to look upon;Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,The work of Fancy, or some happy toneOf meditation, slipping in betweenThe beauty coming and the beauty gone.If Thought and Love desert us, from that dayLet us break off all … [Read more...] about Most Sweet It Is, By: William Wordsworth