William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its read more
And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time,
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.
That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde and read more
From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
And when we came to Clovenford,
Then said "my winsome marrow,"
"Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,
And see the braes of Yarrow."
Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter read more
Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter doth pursue
Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped--to gird
An English sovereign's brow! and to the throne
Whereon read more
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped--to gird
An English sovereign's brow! and to the throne
Whereon he sits! whose deep foundations lie
In veneration and the people's love.
