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Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook,And all that Greece and Italy have sungOf Swains reposing myrtle groves among!'Ours' couch on naked rocks, will cross a brookSwoln with chill rains, nor ever cast a lookThis way or that, or give it even a thoughtMore than by smoothest pathway may be broughtInto a vacant mind. Can written bookTeach what 'they' learn? Up, hardy … [Read more...] about Suggested At Tyndrum In A Storm, By: William Wordsworth

By their floating mill,That lies dead and still,Behold yon Prisoners three,The Miller with two Dames, on the breast of the Thames!The platform is small, but gives room for them all;And they're dancing merrily. From the shore come the notesTo their mill where it floats,To their house and their mill tethered fast:To the small wooden isle where, their work to beguile,They from … [Read more...] about Stray Pleasures, By: William Wordsworth

Strange fits of passion have I known:And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone,What once to me befell. When she I loved looked every dayFresh as a rose in June,I to her cottage bent my way,Beneath an evening-moon. Upon the moon I fixed my eye,All over the wide lea;With quickening pace my horse drew nighThose paths so dear to me. And now we reached the … [Read more...] about Strange Fits Of Passion Have I Known, By: William Wordsworth

"What, you are stepping westward?" "Yea." 'T would be a wildish destiny,If we, who thus together roamIn a strange land, and far from home,Were in this place the guests of Chance:Yet who would stop, or fear to advance,Though home or shelter he had none,With such a sky to lead him on? The dewy ground was dark and cold;Behind, all gloomy to behold;And stepping westward … [Read more...] about Stepping Westward, By: William Wordsworth

Motions and Means, on land and sea at warWith old poetic feeling, not for this,Shall ye, by Poets even, be judged amiss!Nor shall your presence, howsoe'er it marThe loveliness of Nature, prove a barTo the Mind's gaining that prophetic senseOf future change, that point of vision, whenceMay be discovered what in soul ye are.In spite of all that beauty may disownIn your harsh … [Read more...] about Steamboats, Viaducts, And Railways, By: William Wordsworth