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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

What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:Long is it as a barber's pole, or mast of little boat,Some little pleasure-skiff, that doth on Thames's waters float. The Showman chooses well his place, 'tis Leicester's busy Square;And is as happy in his night, for the heavens are blue and fair;Calm, though … [Read more...] about Star-Gazers, By: William Wordsworth

Within our happy Castle there dwelt OneWhom without blame I may not overlook;For never sun on living creature shoneWho more devout enjoyment with us took:Here on his hours he hung as on a book,On his own time here would he float away,As doth a fly upon a summer brook;But go to-morrow, or belike to-day,Seek for him, he is fled; and whither none can say. Thus often would he … [Read more...] about Stanzas Written In My Pocket Copy Of Thomson’s “Castle Of Indolence,” By: William Wordsworth