William Wordsworth ( 10 of 90 )
But shapes that come not at an earthly call,
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call,
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to read more
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from read more
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none read more
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay
And this our parting spring.
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Then, little Bird, this boon confer,
Come, and my requiem sing,
Nor fail to be the harbinger
Of everlasting spring.
