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"What, you are stepping westward?" "Yea."'Twould 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 seemed … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 VII. Stepping Westward, By: William Wordsworth

Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these grey rocks; that household lawn;Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;This fall of water that doth makeA murmur near the silent lake;This little bay; a quiet roadThat holds in shelter thy Abode,In truth together do ye seemLike … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 V. To A Highland Girl – At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond, By: William Wordsworth

    Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream    Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest    Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;    Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught    Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs.    Oh! there is … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 IX. Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe, By: William Wordsworth

'Mid crowded obelisks and urnsI sought the untimely grave of Burns;Sons of the Bard, my heart still mournsWith sorrow true;And more would grieve, but that it turnsTrembling to you! Through twilight shades of good and illYe now are panting up life's hill,And more than common strength and skillMust ye display;If ye would give the better willIts lawful sway. Hath Nature … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 IV. To The Sons Of Burns – After Visiting The Grave Of Their Father, By: William Wordsworth

Too frail to keep the lofty vowThat must have followed when his browWas wreathed, "The Vision" tells us howWith holly spray,He faltered, drifted to and fro,And passed away. Well might such thoughts, dear Sister, throngOur minds when, lingering all too long,Over the grave of Burns we hungIn social griefIndulged as if it were a wrongTo seek relief. But, leaving each unquiet … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 III. Thoughts Suggested The Day Following, On The Banks Of Nith, Near The Poet’s Residence, By: William Wordsworth